I spend a lot of time thinking about the food I eat.  It’s not a new thing; my mother began feeding us “health food” during the 70’s.  Both she and her sister (Aunt Dot) had copies of “Let’s Get Well” by Adelle Davis and I still have Aunt Dot’s copy.  Sometimes, when considering an ailment or malady, I will think “what would Adelle Davis do?” and I’ll pull out the worn paperback.

I haven’t been “steady on” with everything.  Let’s face it – there’s a lot of unhealthy food that tastes really good.  Think “honey mustard pretzel bits.”  They must be coated with “mono-sodium-eat-this-whole-bag-now” powder.

For the most part, though, I eat as much fresh, organic, local food in season as I can.  I try to talk to people about it.  I just tell them what I’m eating or I remind them about Winter Market.  “That’s seacoast eat local dot org.”  Sometimes I might scare them a bit by saying in a low voice “lettuce in a plastic box from California isn’t sustainable” and then I give them the knowing look.

I even started telling my co-workers I was going to be a lettuce farmer!

I hope I’m not too pedantic or preachy about it.  OF COURSE I only do it because I care, but no one likes a Doomer know-it-all.  So I just try to provide information, lettuce, and tomatoes.  (Those little grape tomatoes, Riesentraube, are great object lessons.)

Tuesday was a happy day, though, because one of the targets of my local food evangelism ended up going to the Winter Market for the first time on Saturday and she made a point of telling me how amazing it was.  She couldn’t believe all the delicious and nutritious food available Right Here in New Hampshire Right Now.  Swoosh, 3 points!

Somewhere, I read that only 3% of the food consumed in NH is grown in NH.

Let’s make it 4%.