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Thursday, March 10, 2011

Trumpet tooting locavores wear parachute pants

Posted on Thursday, March 10

Locavores. O.K., hate may be a little too strong. Mildly annoyed is probably more accurate. I grew up in the 80's (yep, I'm old) in the midst of ugly clothes, bad haircuts, and eating fresh and local. Yep, I said it. The vegetables were more likely than not grown on James Island. Not because Mom eschewed vegetables that had traveled 1000 miles in a truck, but because we had a small garden in the backyard. When we ate fish, it was pulled from local waters. Not as a statement against farm raised fish from Vietnam, but because Dad caught, cleaned, and cooked it, so you better clean your damn plate. And while the current "movement" toward eating local is commendable, the question on my mind is: what took so long? So maybe we can tone down the trumpets an octave or two.
Call yourself a locavore if you insist, but I'm pretty sure my folks just called it practical. More practical than lime green parachute pants, for sure.

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Just planted my small but fruitful illegal garden at my apartment complex. By illegal I mean its against the complex rules. They way I see it is there is an ugly patch of nothing in front of my door where a bush once grew many years ago. I planted 4 tomato plants some sweet peppers, basil and a few other herbs. I share with my grateful neighbors and have a few items stolen each year, but I'm OK with that. Its funny when someone says "wow why do your (insert veg here) taste so different from the kind I get at the store" I say "oh you mean the ones that were picked 3 weeks ago and shipped here from Argentina?"


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Posted by mebesaturday on March 25, 2011 at 4:52 PM
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