The last farmshare received only had peaches and eggs. Hurricane Irene destroyed our farmers’ crops in the Hudson Valley, and the government declared the surviving produce not fit for human or animal consumption. If you haven’t been to the farmer’s market in a while, right now is the best time to visit to show support. A few have recently returned to the market since the hurricane. How am I supporting our local farmers? As mentioned in the Fried Cornmeal Okra post, MyLifeRunsOnFood.com is part of The Northeast Organic Farming Association’s (NOFA) Locavore Challenge, for their goal is to sign up 5,000 people. It’s an educational challenge directly supporting our local food systems. Read more
Recipes
Fried Cornmeal Okra
During the month of September, MyLifeRunsOnFood.com is part of New York’s Locavore Challenge. This is the first of a few posts dedicated to using produce supporting local, sustainable farms and food businesses. I know it’s almost mid-month, but it’s not too late to sign up for this educational challenge. For this post, I write about a familiar experience of being reintroduce to unpopular produce by my Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) program, Bedstuy Farm Share. Visit NOFA-NY.com to learn more about additional events and join their cause.
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Okra and I have a score to settle because of its slimy ways. It’s true, first impressions are important, for my first bite of okra wasn’t pleasant. Just like beets, it’s a vegetable some people love. While others, such as myself, dislike it. How does this story of reconciliation start? Read more
Mediterranean-Inspired Open-Faced Sandwiches
At this time of year, the energy switches from laid-back, long days of summer into tightly packed schedules for the fall. For the kids (and adults), it’s back to school time. Maybe, it’s back to work after returning from a relaxing vacation. It’s about organizing and preparing for the future, including packing healthy lunches. Read more
The Ultimate Hoagie Sandwich
My Pre-Kindergarten days have a dark side. It starts with a single file line walk towards the cafeteria. We were place in pre-assigned small chairs at low-rising tables to anxiously wait for lunch to arrive. I prayed for my favorite lunch, for there was a rule: No recess until plates are clean. My prayers were answered on some days. On other days, my classmates and I were served a baloney and mustard sandwich, and I wasn’t blessed with recess. It was also the moment, where my teacher and I lock eyes. Read more
Deviled Eggs with Smoked Paprika and Peppadew Peppers
How well do you know Labor Day? I thought it was a military holiday honoring soldiers. For someone else, it’s the last time to wear white. Maybe, it’s the last barbecue of the summer. It actually honors labor unions. Ironically, many unions today are aggressively fighting for employees’ rights, without majority public support. Most people think of them as a nuisance. Au contraire…
This isn’t a political or social blog, so the rest of my thoughts are kept to myself. Let’s just say, I’m working harder—around the clock–for less money and benefits than years before. These past few months are a whirlwind of busy projects. They’re fragile like eggs, for not one can crack. Read more