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October 19, 2008

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I have not, officially, joined nor committed to the Eat Local Challenge. I have, however, made a personal commitment to eating as much locally produced stuff as I can. I live with someone who couldn't give a rat's ass about it, though, so unless I'm willing to do all of the shopping and all of the cooking... OK, so I do actually do all of those things. BUT, I also live with a redneck farmer boy who turns up his sunburned nose at quite a few foods, so I am limited with some of this.

My point is, you are absolutely right to remind yourself that this is a personal challenge, not a job nor a governmentally mandated edict. Cut yourself some slack once in a while and remember why you write this blog.

I don't think it's hyperbole. I think you have the right idea.

Glad to know you're not still on the pity pot, but don't think you aren't allowed to be, if only once in a while. Lordy, people have to remind me of that all the time.

I think you're doing a great job. I learned about Stillman's from reading your posts, and now I buy meat from their Copley Stand, and one of my friends joined their CSA.

As for alcohol - well, if you want to keep it local (and if you don't, I think your readers will understand) you've got Sam Adams right in Boston, and Trader Joe's carries a great apple cider called Newton's Folly that's from Vermont. I think Woodchuck comes from Vermont, too.

So I should imagine my food as a living nurse?

Ooh-kay, but isn't that, like, a disorder? I mean, I'm just saying if I google I want to eat a living nurse, it's not going to make me in a healthy direction.

Of course, neither will I want to eat a dead mortician. I guess I should just keep visualizing my food as ice cream.

Aw man, your blog took out my italics. Now my comment is like 75% less funny.

Brian: Don't worry, I don't know what the hell I was writing yesterday. I think you drew the right conclusion, though.

Adele: That makes me happy! Perhaps I should change my morning apple cider to morning hard cider and start the days off right from now on.

Melissa: I might be off the pity pot (mostly), but I wish I could get my cooking mojo back.

NurseJen: Exactly. We do what we can do. (I'm still jealous of your farmer boy, though.)

I'm sorry. Did you say it's not about winning? Or proving anything? Great. Now, how am I supposed to carry on?

Flood: I know, it took the wind out of my sails, too. We could still compete against each other, if you want?

I haven't read the Friday post yet but I wanted to have a group hug about the romance part of eating local first. You picture captures it and I don't ever want to loose that part of it. Even if I do have to walk through poop laden fields or reach across barb wired fences to get to it sometimes. It's worth it.

No more challenge — there’s no way I can keep up with it. However, there are a lot of inspiring local people who do wonderful things with the "eat local" ideals, so I know we’ll be checking in with them often.

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