Last year, we didn’t talk about the Eat Local Challenge. I made an executive decision. In one short year, though, the Kindergartener has doubled his awareness, and so I thought a conversation was in order this time.
I sat him down in front of a bowl full of Goldfish crackers and explained that for one month, we would eat only the things grown by the farms we know. He was all, yeah I know, that’s what we always do. And I was all, oh yeah? Who’s the Cheerios farmer then? What’s his name? Does he live anywhere near the Frozen French Fry farmer who, rumor has it, has been known to hop the fence now and then for the Heinz Ketchup farmer?
To give him an idea of what he’d be up against, I ran through a short list of the things we’d be going without. Bananas. Orange juice. Chex. Hot dogs. The latter really made an impression:
Him: You mean, we’re not eating hot dogs ever again?
Me: Good Lord, no! Just in October. Then we’ll return to our weekly hot dog schedule.
Him: Oh. But I like juice.
Me: You can have apple cider for breakfast instead.
Him: Apple cider? I like apple cider.
Me: I know.
Him: …But, what about Halloween?
Uh-oh. The kid brings up a good point. Halloween is in October.
Me: Don’t worry, child of mine, there’s no way in hell we’re giving that up. Not on my watch.
I mean, everybody has their limits.