When the average North American sits down to eat, each ingredient has typically traveled 1500 miles. Call it the Diesel Diet or simply “the way things are,” but facts are facts. Your carrots are better traveled than you are.
The one thing I have tried hard to avoid in all this blogging is a Holier-Than-Thou attitude, and I really feel like my last post was laden with a large dollop of holiness. The 100-Mile-Thanksgiving, like its predecessor the 100-Mile-Diet, is an exercise in both restraint and in reach. It is HARD. It is NOT FOR EVERYONE. But not everyone pauses to consider the consequences of one’s daily choices, especially in terms of diet. I am trying to pause, and to consider. The people at my Thanksgiving table are not converts. They’re mostly family, and mostly, they indulge me my peculiarities. They all (we all) like to eat. That each item of food they’ll eat is local will be mostly immaterial to them. They’ll mostly care if the food is good. That I can share it with them is a joy to me; that they’ll enjoy it is my reward.
I guess all I am saying is it is really important to stop and consider. Thanksgiving is an opportunity to do just that. If you can bring just one dish to your own celebration that is made from locally produced ingredients, you are doing a lot to help your local farmers, and your global community.