I didn’t think I’d have time to write until tomorrow. But our plane broke–in the air!–and we turned around and came back to Phoenix. It’s a little comforting in this plastic, faux world of the airport that we can actually see them fixing it out the window.
Since I last wrote I’ve had my head buried in my computer grading finals, research papers, revisions, redos, study questions, you name it. I am usually unadventurous in the food department when I’m working a lot, and I’ve been pretty much living on peaches and goat milk for breakfast and home made pesto with rice noodles later.
Today we are eating air port food. We paid $8.47 for three waters here. (You can only bring less than four ounces of liquid past security, so they’ve got ya.) We had some pepperoni pizza, Levi had a sub sandwich, and now we’re snacking on some frozen “yogurt”. I don’t even want to think about the HFCS we’ve eaten today. Eventually we’ll get to Tucson and the grower’s market there tomorrow.
Something that has struck me in the first few days of this experiment: I’m so much more aware of everything I eat or consider eating. My goal during my paper grading binge was to clean out the fridge as much as possible before we left for a week. Even if it wasn’t local I’d eat it if it was left over and needed to be used up. I actually took pleasure in cleaning out the fridge and making sure nothing went to waste. And with every thing I used up, I considered where it had come from, and if I would buy it again, if I could buy it locally instead, etc. Then I’d go grade more papers.
I still have another day or so of grading to do in Arizona, but mostly I’ll be relaxing with my mom and sons and investigating what local food means in the high desert. Ironic that this local food journey started for me almost a year ago when I began reading Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. In the beginning of that book, Kingsolver and her clan are high-tailing it out of Tucson because they can’t grow food. Now I’m heading south east of there in search of some.
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