The 100-Mile Diet

I'm so woefully behind in blogging. September and October have been very busy months for me. And now like the season I'm starting to slow down. Which means more bloggy goodness because I have time to blog. Yay.

I read The 100-Mile Diet about a month ago when I went to my friends cottage. I picked it up on a whim. I had been hearing about it for ages, as has everyone else. Especially if you are the type to lurk on food blogs (I'm a good lurker) or are Canadian and read any Canadian media (especially arts media).

In in a fit of what can only be called insanity, Alisa Smith and Jame MacKinnon decided that for a whole YEAR they would eat only local produce. Local being food whose source is within a 100-mile radius of their apartment. Gutsy. Interesting. But quite potentially insane.

Their first dinner was not what one might call economical. But they pushed through and spent an entire year eating well. That's not to say that they didn't occasionally break their rules and when they were out at people's houses or if they had to go out for lunch for a business meeting they did not feel they had to stick to the rules. But at home they ate locally.

It's just my opinion, but I think that geographically James and Alisa were well located to undertake this. I think there are areas where it would be more difficult to do this than the great Vancouver area. Yellowknife is one example - an extreme one but an example. But so are some rural areas of the Prairies. That doesn't mean that I think it was easy for James and Alisa, just that some areas may be more difficult.

I'm not about to jump into a week or a month or a year of eating locally. But I do think that it's good to eat local produce and support local farmers. I absolutely LOVE farmers markets. And let me tell you, they are darned good on the food budget too. Plus there's just something *good* about buying your food from the people who have picked it from the earth. I grew up in the country and for years we had a vegetable garden. And so did my grandparents. And one of my uncles still has one. And even though my mother has only a very small yard now she still has a small plot of it reserved for summer veggie growing.  There's nothing quite the same as walking outside your door barefoot, the grass tickling your toes, pulling a carrot from the ground, giving it a bit of a brush off with your hands or your pants and then chomping into the bright orange sweetness of it. In fact, I do believe I...um...maybe got into a bit of trouble as a child for doing that a perhaps a bit too often.

To me food is nurturing and kindness. When I feed my friends I am showing them that I care for them. So this quote struck a cord with me and, in fact, was the only thing that post-it'ed in the book.
Our inability to feed the world is not an agriculture failure, it is a failure of both imagination and kindness. p. 162

In the US check out your local CSA to see if they do home delivery or deliver to a local drop off point.  In Canada? Well...google is your friend.