We’re a little late with the garden this year, but that’s because we have a brand new big one!
It went from this pathetic thing:
To this glorious piece of productive real estate:
(Too big for my lens)
Still lots more digging and other random fence finishing tasks to do, and only a few herbs planted at the moment, but hopefully we won’t have to contend as much with the local feral cats and this lovely lady and her buddies:
And just playing and planning with seeds makes me hungry…
And when I get hungry, I can get just a teeny bit bitchy…
The whole Whole30 craze is making me really sad, and social media has made fad diets so exceptionally annoying. Back in the ’90s you could just walk away from the Atkins conversations and stink of your co-worker’s daily half chicken from Boston Fartet, but now you can’t putter about the internet without seeing images of plates and shopping baskets and bizarre exclamations of “gee, ghee in my coffee is really awesome!” And many of those shopping basket pics are full of things that aren’t really that healthy or good for the environment – factory farm meats and heavily packaged veg aren’t really food in my book. I get that people struggle to loose weight, have frustrating undiscovered food sensitivities or massive allergies, and have a hard time adopting a healthier lifestyle when they weren’t raised with one. But I don’t get the fad part. I don’t get that the message of eat whatever moderately as long as it is organic or nearly organic as possible, and as local/fresh as possible, and cut out processed shit isn’t good enough? Or experiment with an elimination diet to see what truly does mess you up rather than flatly demonizing certain foods (foods, by the way that populations of entire continents eat daily, so it’s downright offensive to deem something poisonous just because you are privileged enough to not have to eat it or it isn’t a part of your culture).
So I’ll be here sipping my delicious butterless coffee and licking my plate after an occasional small almond pastry while I watch the plants grow (and dig-weary fingers and arms heal enough to start knitting again…)
2 responses to “Plotting my dinner…”
Oh…the deer are “lovely ladies” where you are???
That name does not apply in N MI. I would be banned here if I tell you what I call them!
No, they are quite maligned here too by some, but the neighbors seem to roll with it – none of us plant anything specifically tasty to them and we’ve all got giant fences on our gardens, so I look at them as helping to mow the “grass” and eat poison ivy…