refrigerator manifesto

I have always been around good, healthy food. I grew up in a garden; pulled weeds and picked raspberries for allowance. I remember eating watermelon before it was ripe, eating tomatoes that spilled juice on me when I picked them and immediately ate them like apples. When I smell fresh herbs, I still think of sitting in the back room of the organic food coop that my mom managed, bagging bulk spices. I learned how to bake bread and can vegetables before I learned to peddle a bike.

I love good food: I like digging my hands into the dirt to get it ready for planting. I like to watch the small sprouts grow into plants. I love the harvest, even when the picking, gathering, clipping, cutting, digging, pulling and throwing get entirely overwhelming. I really like the way food brings us together.

We should feel good about the way our food moves to our tables (every step of its way), and we should feel good that it gives us a chance to stop and talk to each-other-- share stories and delicious food.

This blog is about food; it is also about the way that food moves to my table.

There will likely be some major digressions. Digressions are fun.