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%.