I'm a few days late making this announcement (I didn't even know there was a deadline). But I'm already in such a time-warp, this is less of an announcement and more of a post mortem. Except nobody died. Everybody had a good time.
And you will have a good time, too, if you choose to participate in the Penny-Wise Eat Local Challenge next week.
Click on the link to learn all about it, but let me briefly explain that this is a one-week exercise in eating a diet of strictly local foods, within a strictly defined budget. The point? To prove it can be done. To dispel, once and for all, the idea that there is something "elitist" in living on regionally grown food.
My personal time-warp stems from the fact that a reporter pal at the San Francisco Chronicle wanted to be able to write a story about the event that would appear in the paper early enough to give others the chance to join in. She asked me and Cranky to bump up our effort by a couple of weeks so she could follow our progress.
In other words, we already did it.
Go read about it yourself, if you're inclined. Here's the link; the photo of me and Cranky is pretty cute (and our kitchen looks so spotless and tidy for the real-estate people!). The other two stories about premature locavores that accompany ours are great reads, too. Good job, Chronicle!
I kept careful notes and took pictures of my food, so I will be doing a sort of ghost blog all next week. Which is convenient, because right now Cranky and I are up to our sternums in newsprint and cardboard, packing for a move to "we're not sure where yet but we hope it's in Marin." While you're reading about me dining inexpensively on delicacies from my foodshed, in actuality I'll probably be scarfing take-out burritos.