Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Spuds and Studs

I’m a woman of lustful tastes. I admit it.
And I like my potatoes like I like my men: Hot, steaming and buttery, with little green flecks on them.
Which may explain my love life.
Liz at Pocketfarm has issued an invitation to eat locally: One meal a week during the 12 weeks of summer, made from local — as you define it — ingredients. It’s meant to be an easy introduction to eating locally, or an opportunity to wallow in the new-grown bounty that might not have been available during last May’s Eat Local Challenge, a chance to find out that this diet is doable and delicious.
I haven’t signed on officially, although Liz has a list of about three-dozen participants, including a few hardcore ELC-ers (you know who you are, even if you didn’t go out and make your own salt, ya sissies). I’m comfortable just knowing that most of my everyday food is local and that every now and then all of the food on my plate is local.
Yesterday, for example. Cranky prepared bowls of steamed new potatoes from Full Belly Farm, slathered in butter from Clover and showered with chopped parsley from the Asian guy at the farmers market (I think he’s from Stockton).
The parsley could just as well have been picked from the pot in my patio, but we had provisions in the crisper that needed a’usin’.
Likewise, the salt could have been my own Fleur de Sel de Marin, but… no, we resorted to Industrial Mega-Corp salt evaporated locally from the same Bay Area water that, in the case of my home-collected salt, scares me just enough that I’m a little nervous about using too much. But I (and countless others) purchase and eat this store-bought sodium daily without a care in the world. Can somebody explain this?
Anyway. Just a simple bowl of local food. Filling. Nourishing.
As satisfying as a roll in the hay with a hot, steaming buttery guy…
Wait, did somebody just say “roll in the hay”? Would that be a homemade wholewheat roll, hot, steaming and buttery, with little green…

10 comments:

Liz said...

Yeah, I'm not officially participating either. ;)

I'll see your salt and raise you a homegrown chicken. Bawk.

cookiecrumb said...

Homegrown chicken... sigh. I keep petitioning the homeowners' association here for permission to keep goats on my patio, but the poopyheads don't see the magic in it.

michelle said...

I love that you made your own salt, you sassy girl you. I first thought your title said "spuds and suds" and thought we had somehow come across the same article that I just posted about on my blog...but no, just similar pototoes (though yours sound better and fresher since mine were actually made sometime this winter and the picture has just been lying around waiting to become a post)! I'm sure your rant would have been far better than my own - I can only dream of being as mad!

Greg said...

ROFL... you had me at little green flecks on them!

Catherine said...

It's hard to beat a plateful of spuds!

cookiecrumb said...

Michelle: Oh... I should amend the title. Spuds, Studs and Suds. Heaven. (Burp)

Greg: Get up off the floor now, you're getting little green flecks all over yourself.

Catherine: Yup. Let's go buy more!

Kevin said...

CC,
Homemade whole wheat roll:
http://seriouslygood.kdweeks.com/2005/11/beer-bread-ii.html
Hay:
http://www.okfarmbureau.org/press_pass/galleries/hay/hay.jpg

Stacie said...

mmmm.... I like my men with little green specks too...

cookiecrumb said...

Kevin: Yes, I trust your tried-and-true recipe. Thanks for the reminder.

Stacie: I like my little green men with specks!

Kevin said...

CC,
Yes indeed, for success one should always make hay while the sun shines.