Monday, November 29, 2010

Locafail

Cranky can't resist certain food urges. Especially if I talk out loud about something good to eat.
Me, I'm just thinking and planning and doing a mental taste experiment. Out loud. Cranky is an epistemologist, and he wants the food in his mouth if he's going to make a judgment. Now.
He can't wait.
We had some fantastic sliced ham in the fridge the other day (from Fra' Mani, it was rosemary scented), and I blurted (perhaps it's my fault; I should just keep quiet) how nice an asparagus spear would be, rolled up in some of this ham.
Asparagus is out of season, obviously, so this was strictly conjecture.
Nope. Cranky came home with a bunch of asparagus grown in Calexico, which is about as far from me as you can get and still be in California. (At least it came from California!)
The two of us decided it would be a nicer nosh served on a plank of buttered toast.
The wheat, not local. The pork, probably not local. The asparagus was the local-est thing!
And? No regrets.

15 comments:

peter said...

California is still local. Ish. Jeez, at least you have the option.

Hey, can you fix your comment settings to allow name/url comments? Otherwise it still thinks I have that decrepit old blogspot address. (I had to kill openID so a certain someone could comment).

cookiecrumb said...

Peter: It turned out to be the only local thing we ate. Well, the butter is very local.
Anyway, I think I got the comment problem fixed. Let me know.

Peter said...

Huzzah!

Ms Brown Mouse said...

I consider it local if it comes from the same country :)

Zoomie said...

That Cranky - he's an action man.

Chilebrown said...

I am going to tell Chris about your so-called California asparagus.

Little Pots & Pans Co. said...

Don't beat yourself up about it, up here in our local grocery chain, people were by-passing the locally grown brussel sprouts for asparagus right before the holiday. While it made me sigh, I looked at it as at least people were buying vegetables...

cookiecrumb said...

Peter: That is so Renaissance Faire. Er, OK, well. Huzzah!

Mouse: You have good stuff in your country. Have you written about that great shop you've been patronizing, emailing, etc.?

Zoomie: Instant gratification, you mean. Infant! =snort=

Chilebrown: I'm afraid you are going to tell Chris. I wonder what he will think.

Little Pots: I shop/eat locally by instinct now, so a little fall off the wagon isn't doing anyone any harm.
Similarly, you look on the bright side of folks buying vegetables, any vegetables, at all. :)

Greg said...

It looks like great eats no mater if it doesn't have a green card.

cookiecrumb said...

Greg: Ha, that's funny. Yeah, I didn't say this, but it was really good to eat.

Ms Brown Mouse said...

You mean my butcher? Mayhap.

Hungry Dog said...

I'm so hungry right now, this looks like the perfect pre-dinner snack. With a wine.

cookiecrumb said...

Yes, your butcher!

cookiecrumb said...

Dog: We ate it, the whole thing, for our dinner. Pre-dinner snack woulda done me in. :(

Ms Brown Mouse said...

only about the steak as big as Mr Brown's head. But wait, I may do something about the duckie legs I'm getting from him for our seasonal feast!