So, today is October 1st. Three years ago today we bought this house and came here, with our eight-month-old daughter, directly from the closing, to start to pull up carpeting, shovel out old furniture, and pull down curtains…all to prepare it for the floor refinishers, the electrician and the drywaller. Whew.
I am showing you a picture of the shelves of canned goods. I have a slowly filling root cellar elsewhere, and the chest freezer is nearly full, and there are at least 15 pounds of dried beans that need to be shelled in the potting shed…and the gardens are still full of goodies, including about 100 pounds of potatoes. There’s a good three pounds of garlic braided and hanging in the kitchen. My mention of these things is really simply a wrap-up of September’s Eat Local Challenge. And I have a long way to go.
But the recent Harvest Moon got me in mind of this whole “eating-in-season” idea. What would the ideal be, I thought to myself. The ideal, of course, is what most everybody has now: the denial of the seasons that our first-world global-access grocery stores offer us. But what would it truly mean, that is, to deny the seasons and STILL do what I am doing on my 100-Foot Diet?
I am going to seriously look into this. I have a feeling the greenhouse will help.