Family life outside the blogosphere has been intense this week, and much of what I usually think of as my reality seems right now to be a bunch of gas vapors inside my monitor. I haven't had much time or energy for what isn't in my house or in my family. I did get out to a Slow Food potluck at Everett Family Farm on Saturday, and we took Logan to the Santa Cruz County Fair yesterday, where we spied this gigantic Blue Cochin cockerel, pictured at left. (All but the last photo in this entry were taken at the fair.)
In reflecting on the 2005 Eat Local Challenge, I'm glad I've taken a while to form my thoughts, because it's easier to see now what the long-term effects this experiment will have on me. For one thing, I have come to think that all food is not created equal. In fact, I would go as far as to say that I now think pre-packaged foods are not real food at all. And I am starting to think that the people who buy Shake 'n' Bake and Kraft and Swanson's and all that crap are being assimilated, like the Borg in Star Trek. I am tired of seeing wax fruit in the grocery store: I am weary of being inundated with ads for edible poisons that contribute nothing to our health, aliveness, economy, or environment. If the majority of your food comes out of packages, and is mixed with chemicals and unnatural ingredients, I think you are either a fool or you're insane, and maybe you're immoral, too. How's that for being diplomatic?