• 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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    100-Mile Food Journey: The Guidelines (a.k.a. Where the Rubber Meets the Road)

    This is the post where we share the nitty, gritty guidelines for our 100 Mile Food Journey. Ever since I wrote my last blog post, my mind has hurled through a spectrum of emotions – “I can’t wait to start! I want to start today! Look at this really cool food co-op I found! Did you know that peanuts grow locally? Wait…what? No coffee? No chocolate? No beer? WHAT HAVE WE DONE?!?!?”  But  I’m of the mindset that once I’ve publicly announced that I’m going to do something, I’m bloody well going to do something. And while I know we will be bidding adieu to some of our favourites, the excitement far outweighs…

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    Soil Beneath My Nails

    Even though here in Ontario spring has taken forever to shed it’s winter-y skin, it’s that time of year again. The trees are that vibrant, eye-aching chartreuse green that can only been noticed in May. The soil smells wet and dank after soaking up the snow and torrential April showers. Every breath is full of promise and anticipation. Anyone who knows me well enough will know at this time of the year, it’s likely easier to find me at the greenhouse than anywhere else. My manicure consists of garden soil French tips, and I’m probably wearing my harem pants because they make me feel more like Mother Earth. This time…