Part of following a locavore philosophy is eating what’s in season when it’s in season. This morning we had peach muffins made with peaches from the farmers’ market.
Muffins!
Later today we’ll Eat The Opponent with San Francisco style sourdough bread and more.
Made from my own starter, too
Go! Pack! Go!
Originally posted in 2009. This year I didn’t plant zucchini, and I still have plenty. My coworker brought in a grocery bag full from her over-producing vines. I took two, and she offered more. Here’s the story of the Origins of Zucchinis.
Once upon a time, a very long time ago, about last May, there was a patch of dirt behind the garage. Mom dug in the dirt and called it Soil and planted many, many seeds. Then she watered, pulled out weeds, watered, pulled out weeds, and watched with pride as the many shades of green stems and leaves emerged from the ground. The stems and leaves and vines grew and grew until a forest grew all around and it became the place where the wild things are. Wait, that’s another story.
It was eventful along the way in that little patch of vegetables. A wood chuck paid a surprise visit. A rabbit squeezed inside through a small opening. Mom fixed the fence and hung old computer CDs to help scare away the critters, hoping all along that the bees would still come by to pollinate the squash blossoms. Pollinators, rumor has it, are not afraid of Windows 3.1.
What’s a squash blossom? Well, honey, it’s this flower: the one that magically changes into a baby zucchini if the birds and the bees stop by at the right time. Ahem. Let’s stop right there. There’s a fiddle tune called Squash Blossom Reel, I think. Let’s look for it tomorrow on YouTube.
Readers, if you haven’t been around long enough to recognize the Daisy Reality Show, here’s a brief introduction.
Daisy (yours truly) hosts a reality show at the O.K. Chorale. The director and her bumbling assistant keep the show on track and provide a running commentary off-screen.
Daisy: I’m baking cookies this afternoon. We have no snack foods worth eating. Well, few snack foods in the house. Peanuts, cashews, the makings for trail mix – that’s it.
Assistant: I see chips. What’s wrong with potato chips?
He had to ask, didn’t he?
Daisy: It’s like Michael Pollan says in his Food Rules: Eat food, not too much, mostly plants. In this case, I’m following his advice that whole foods are better than processed foods and junk food is okay in moderation when I make it myself.
Assistant (pretending to understand): Oh.
Daisy’s cell phone chirps, indicating a text message.
Daisy: Oh, it’s my daughter. She says:
So we were sitting at the fair eating ice cream and I spotted something terrifying — Paul Ryan.
Daisy (Laughing): That’s my daughter, a good progressive young woman! I’ll respond and tell her to run, run fast, run far in the other direction.
Director: Oh, I remember you were a volunteer for Obama last year. Was it really only a year ago?
Daisy (texting): It’s been a very full year. La Petite lives in Paul Ryan’s congressional district, and she took great pleasure in voting against him twice last November.
Assistant: She voted twice? Daisy’s phone chirps again.
Daisy: Here’s the next one!
I was walking towards him to document this with my camera and Audreykins followed. Her mom was all like, “No, nooooo! Don’t get too close!”
And then, after Daisy responds with “He didn’t try to talk to her, did he? Scary.”
No, I didn’t want to talk to him either, so I stayed my distance. Took a photo of people in line to greet him.
Assistant: Twice? Is that legal?
Daisy: She voted for his opposition in two different races — Congress and Vice President.
Assistant: Oh. Um — never mind. Oh.
Daisy: Back to cookies! Real food for snacks at the O.K. Chorale.
Director: Camera One, zoom in on the cookbook.
Daisy: The recipe is on my blog.
Director: Camera One, zoom in on the laptop on the kitchen counter.
Readers, with the exception of the reality show, this post is entirely true. Cookies can be a good snack, I looked up the recipe on a previous post of Compost Happens, and La Petite really did text me the conversation above. She was mixing work with pleasure by photographing the county fair and spending time there with her adorable cousin and family.