Big food things have been happening that I need to tell you, but don’t worry, I am still committed to getting my Vancouver food pics up on the blog as soon as I can figure it out. 

My Pacific Northwest trip has resulted in two major dietary/culinary life changes:

1.  I have decided that locally grown food shall now take precedence over organically grown food.  Portlanders, Vancouverans, and Seattlites all maintain a deep commitment to fresh, local food, and I loved it.  Sometimes, in the dead of winter, when all you want is a mango, maybe you should ask yourself, are mangos growing in my state or region in February?  Probably not.   I will turn to the wisdom of the Rolling Stones who famously reminded us that “you can’t always get what you wa-ant.”  How will I accomplish this local food endeavor in the middle of February?  I’ll tell you. 

After finishing Barbara Kingsolver’s new book, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, a good friend of mine was equally inspired and so in mid- August we are going to have a canning party!  Tomatoes, beans, maybe even mangos.   I also plan to pickle many things, including:

cucumbers, turnips, onions, beans, beets, cauliflower, carrots, and rutabagas.

What else would be good pickled, or canned? 

 Also, we are now shopping for vegetables, fruit and eggs exclusively at farmer’s markets.  I am already part of a CSA with Sugar Creek Farm.  I would link you to their website, but they don’t have a website.  They don’t have electricity.  What they do have, however, is some of the freshest, crispiest, and most flavorful spring mix I have ever tasted. 

So, after a weekend trip to the WNC Farmer’s market, for lunch today I had a pita with cucumber, Cherokee Black tomatoes ( purply, deep-red, sweetly luscious monstrosities), avocado, brie cheese, and spring mix.  Simple, delightful, healthy, and gorgeous.  All grown within the tri-state area. 

2.  The second way my habits were influenced greatly by my Northwest trip is that I now am a coffee drinker.  I don’t drink it every day, but I think about it every day.  Normally I frown upon those caffeine-addicted, bleary-eyed Americans who “need” substances like coffee just to get through the day.  Plus there’s my whole obsession with tooth-whiteness to consider.  But, I don’t know if it’s the water, the air quality, or the trendiness, but all the coffee was incredible in Portland and Seattle.  The best coffee EVER can be found at Northwest Coffee in Portland, and IT”S NOT A CHAIN!!!  My other favorite was Seattle’s Best, but of course, it turned out to be owned by Starbucks.  Anyway I learned that coffee is not evil (unless it’s not fair-trade or from Starbucks) and now I’m failing desperately at an attempt to go back to showers as my main source of A.M. energy.