I kind of can’t believe it’s been 10 weeks since I got really pissed off at the state of our food industry and told SB that I wanted to make an effort to eat more locally. I feel like I talk about this stuff all the time, and I apologize if you’re sick of hearing about it, but the last 10 weeks have really changed the way that we think about food and the way that we eat. It’s kind of fantastic.
Tiny pork burgers with ground pork from Cibola Farms, herbs and greens from our garden, slices of onion, tomato, and aged cheddar from the market, and rosemary Italian rolls from Atwater’s. Please ignore the ketchup and the totally unnecessary mayo. These were sooooo flavorful that we didn’t need other condiments at all. Maybe some homemade pickles that, as of yet, exist only in my head.
Along with the burgers, we had sweet potato fries, using up the last of the sweet potatoes that had started to sprout while we were at Bonnaroo. I tossed the potatoes with kosher salt, freshly ground pepper, cinnamon, and cumin, then baked them long enough that they were soft, but not long enough to get crispy. Better luck next time.
Shane made a really fantastic all-local breakfast – farmers market eggs scrambled with zucchini, onion, and garlic (also from the market), a fruit salad of peaches and the last of the strawberries, and toasted rosemary Italian rolls from Atwater’s.
Did I say we ate the last of the strawberries for breakfast? I lied. The last of the strawberries actually went into a strawberry rhubarb crumble (recipe from Smitten Kitchen), which we ate with ice cream throughout the week.
On Friday, we ate the last of our store-bought chicken, so this week we’ll be making our first foray into entirely local meat. We also bought (omg) crabs (!!!!) at the market this morning. Stay tuned for much excitement and exclamation points about that. It’s also worth noting that I made an incredible cole slaw that we’re hoping to repeat this week.
- The chilis still are not red. C’mon, chilis! You can do it!
- Everything else continues at the previously documented rates of growth. I’m not sure if the worm poop is helping or not – or if we’ve just hit that hot part of the summer where some things are going to grow, and others are going to die.