Life isn't all sunshine and rainbows in this food blogger's kitchen. I was seriously tempted to just link to the New York Times
recipe for Ratatouille Pot Pie
and call it a day. (It was really excellent, by the way.) Then I made a meal that resulted in the exclamation, "What the fuck, persimmons?" Then I had to send my laptop for repairs. Believe it or not, I still haven't seen Julie and Julia, so I have no idea how this lives up. But she just had to cook, not think stuff up, so please call my wahmbulance, stat.
I also wanted to make note of October, which in the food blogging world is Vegan Mofo, the vegan month of food
. I'm not vegan, but I do enjoy being able to eat cookie batter without fear of infectious disease. Also, I like having recipe suggestions to send over to my vegan dad, at least in part because I enjoy hearing my mom discussing what she found on Fat Free Vegan
[link: http://www.fatfreevegan.com/ or Post Punk Kitchen
. And I like being all-inclusive, which means that everybody can enjoy the food I cook. Unless they're jerks.
All that aside, my husband turned on the heat for the first time last week, so I decided that I should just start baking up a storm and save us the smell of turning on the heat for the first time in six months. Then Farm Aid happened, and I forgot to bake bread over the weekend.
But, guys, Farm Aid
happened! It was fun! I spent most of my day dawdling around Homegrown Village, where Burning Kumquat was rocking an intense drum circle and racing worms (which I found mildly disturbing). I helped paint a door for Earthdance Farms' Pesto Festo! I made snide comments about Jason Mraz's music! And I envied the lucky person who won the free Fair Shares subscription, because they are in for a treat.
You see, I can afford to be lazy in visiting farmers' markets some weeks thanks to my weekly trip to Fair Shares
. While I get lots of veggies every week (like acorn squash), I also get to try other random local goods that I otherwise might not experience (like sorghum). It's a pretty great deal, and it's really cut down on my aimless wanderings in Jay's International looking for weird crap to try. Of course, sometimes you try and fail to make a persimmon salsa that you feel confident in passing along to others, but that's life.