Will Blog for NoDoz

Photo here: taken a year ago today, of Jasmine's chickens at Everett Family Farm. Alas, alas, alas, all these chickens were killed by a dog recently. It doesn't seem possible. Yes, we cried. Yes, Jasmine cried. The turkhen, closest to the camera, was Ave (as in "Ave Maria"), and she liked Logan. They all did. Because what toddler speaks fluent Chicken? He does.

So here I'm taking a detour off my usual topic to ask you, my readers, to visit this website: Becks & Posh. The writer, Sam Breach (aka "Samantha"), is an English woman living in San Francisco with her beloved Fred, who is French. She's one of the pillars of the food blogging community, and I can honestly say that I have found her to be one of the most generous, helpful, kind food bloggers—no, people—on earth. Despite that we've never met. Hey, I'm not stupid, and if you read someone's words long enough, you can detect if they're in the game to serve, or if they're in the game to self-serve.

Sam's one of the tent poles who holds the whole circus tent up. No, I'm not kidding. I think she's the tallest pole of them all. (Googling references for "world's tallest Polish person" produced no results. I did so want to link to "tallest Pole.")

There are factions and personalities and friendships and chemistries that take place in the worldwide choir of people who write/blog about food. Sam's not some diva soprano hitting the coloratura notes for vanity: I imagine she's actually an alto with a musical voice who would pooh-pooh the notion that she ever does anything special.

El wrong-o.

So on the 29th, Sam is going to blog for 24 straight hours, to benefit her chosen charity. And it's a good one: Food Runners.

Food Runners is a volunteer organization dedicated to alleviating hunger in San Francisco. Food Runners accomplishes this by offering businesses the service of picking up their excess perishable and prepared food and delivering it to shelters and neighborhood programs that feeds the hungry.

I've always thought that the only commandment should be "Waste is a sin." War is waste: weapons are waste. Humvees are waste. I waste myself, plenty, not knowing how to manage the contents of my own refrigerator. I am a sinner, no doubt.

So if you would, please, go throw some dough (pizza pun intended) Sam's way.

I thank you, and I know Sam would appreciate it. And I know the people who get the good food from San Francisco, when they hadn't a prayer, or maybe had only crapola canned/packaged/unreal food, will be so grateful, too.

I know I couldn't stay up for 24 hours: I didn't even do that when I was in labor for 36 hours. (Who gets a nap when they're in labor, I ask you?)

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Another tiny aside: I know nothing about this organization, but someone just submitted a comment on my blog that, at first, I kneejerk reacted to as though it were spam.

Maybe not.

Sue Cancilla-Conde said: Prusch Farm Park Foundation is hosting a Harvest Fair and Exposition this October 7th. We were hoping to exhibit a vintage produce truck and vintage milk truck for the Fair to show the kids. If you can help with this, please call Sue at 408-996-3112 or email [email protected]. For more information on the Fair go to www.PruschFarmPark.org. The park houses 4H, Heritage Rare Fruit Orchard, Farm Animals, Old Farm Equipment.

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That's all for now.

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: "The waste of many good materials, the vexation that frequently attends such mismanagements, and the curses not unfrequently bestowed on cooks with the usual reflection, that whereas God sends good meat, the devil sends cooks.” — E. Smith, The Compleat Housewife

Thanks for visiting. Now please please go visit Sam's blog, if you would, and strive to do well, and strive to do good.