• 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…

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    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…

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    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…