Wow, Friday’s post was a fun one, wasn’t it? I guess low blood sugar combined with hormone fluctuations and a dip in iron reserves really does wonders when you’re trying to set a world record for self-pity. But it turns out the judges won’t give you an award simply for having your period. Too many other people in the same bloody boat. Ditto for making a crap dinner. But, wait, there’s more, I exclaimed, as I outlined a newly amended list of grievances. No deal, they said. Come back later when you have actual problems.
Anyway, that post went up because I think it’s important to examine all the aspects of the Eat Local Challenge, not just the ones I’ve lovingly crafted to make myself look good. Thanks for your encouragement, by the way, especially you who offered to do some shopping for me—it all helped. Now let’s review why I’m doing this challenge. Perhaps my failure to outline these reasons at the beginning is why it’s been so easy for me to lose sight of them.
Why Am I Doing This Again?
- To continue to show my support to local growers and producers in my community.
- To learn what else we produce around here that I’m not aware of.
- To share this information.
The goal is not to “win” the Eat Local Challenge. The goal is not to “prove” anything. The goal is merely to learn. Okay, Tammy? Got that? Everybody’s a winner when we do it that way, so calm down.
The problem, of course, is that I’m emotionally invested in it. I owe a lot to the local foods movement for improving my quality of life. My first Eat Local Challenge last year had a huge impact on me. It was the reason why I joined a vegetable CSA for the first time. It was how I got in the habit of sourcing my meat, eggs, milk, and cheese locally. It made me examine my priorities, including what’s important to me in my immediate community and what I want to pass on to my kids. And it completely changed the way I cook and look at food. It’s the difference between seeing food as something alive versus seeing it as something dead. Whom do we entrust to nourish us and how do we think of them: as nurses who nurture us to good health, or something more like morticians, just painting the illusion of life onto a corpse?
Hyperbole? You tell me.
There’s an element of romance to my view of it, to be sure, some of which matches up to reality (and some of which doesn’t). The Challenge continues to be a learning experience. An extreme exercise devised to help you figure out your own balance. So I go on, trying to keep this idea of balance in mind.
I might potentially need more alcohol, though.