• 100-Mile Food,  Recipes

    Homemade Pizza Sauce Recipe

    Friday nights are sacred in our house. We very rarely make plans….and since we’re literally in lockdown (thank you, COVID-19), we really don’t make plans. As part of our family rhythm, every Friday is Feddema Family Fun Night (we don’t like alliteration at all…), where all four of us hunker down with homemade pizza and our favourite kid-friendly movie. Prior to our 100-Mile Local Food Journey, it wasn’t uncommon for us to order pizza in for movie night. Unfortunately, Domino’s Pizza doesn’t specialize in sourcing local ingredients. So homemade pizza was the answer to our predicament. Over the past number of months, I have had many Friday nights to perfect…

  • Gardening

    An Ode to Winter from an Obsessive Gardener’s Perspective

    Remember how I was longing for the quiet of the winter months when I was knee-deep in canning jars and produce-laden wicker baskets? How I was looking forward to putting my feet up and reaping the literal fruits of our labours? Well, we are up to our eyeballs in snow and more is on it’s way. The desolate, cold, blustery winter months in Canada have descended upon us….and I couldn’t be happier. Winter may just be my new favourite season. Turns out there is nothing better than sitting in a warm house on a cold day, eating fruit salad (from our copious amounts of fruit that we froze during the…

  • 100-Mile Food,  Gardening

    A Harvest-Time Confession

    I do realize that it’s been over two months since I’ve posted anything. Meaning, in the course of our one-year journey towards local eating, almost a quarter of the year has been swallowed up in the black hole, mind-numbing abyss called harvest time. What started as an idealistic, Utopian induced “adventure” has quickly spiraled into a full-time job. Harvest time is not for the faint of heart. I spend most of my days blanching, freezing, peeling, dehydrating, slicing, canning, fermenting, and wistfully daydreaming of white snowy landscapes devoid of any form of work-inducing vegetation. It’s true. I’m pining for winter, my full pantry and the hours that I’ll be able to devote to…

  • 100-Mile Food

    Putting Up Peas: a.k.a. Food Preservation Brings Out My Inner Bear

    Yesterday was probably the most unglamorous day thus far on our local food journey. For five hours, I shelled, stemmed, blanched and froze a half bushel of peas and a half bushel of beans. Mundane doesn’t even begin to describe the longest five hours of my life. I get that I could have waited until Jeff came home to enlist his help but unfortunately I read somewhere that peas continue to ripen after they’ve been picked. Since I had purchased these peas 24 hours prior and realistically had no idea of when they’d actually been plucked from the vine, I figured that I was already behind the eight ball. I…

  • 100-Mile Food

    Camping and Local Food: aka “What Have We Done?!”

    Almost two weeks in and now I’m beginning to wonder what we signed ourselves up for. We leave for camping tomorrow with some of our closest friends. While I’m looking forward to most everything camping entails – hiking, long hours at the beach, campfires, bikes rides, reading, being totally unplugged – I am not looking forward to eating while camping. Or more specifically, eating local while camping.  In the past, food was one of the last things that I worried about while camping. Anyone with young kids can attest to the fact that camping (specifically, tent camping) is not relaxing. So, in my world, one way to minimize stress while camping was…

  • 100-Mile Food

    Week One: The Feddema’s 100-Mile Local Food Journey

    We’re almost one week into our 100-Mile Food Journey and it’s been rather dull. Maybe my expectations were a little too high. I was expecting this week to be overwhelmingly pivotal: feelings would range from excitement to tearing my hair out in desperation. But in reality, not much has changed. It’s all been rather anti-climactic. Realistically, transitioning our food over to strictly local food does not happen overnight. The sad truth is that we have enough food stored up in our pantry to eat like non-locals for likely a month. The even sadder thing? If we hadn’t pledged to eat local food for the next year, I’d likely be standing…