DAY 1: And we begin!
So how are you all doing on the first day of the Local Food Challenge?! Have you found anything to eat?
Let me tell you about my day (it’s a little long, but don’t worry, future posts won’t drag on so):
7 a.m.: Push the snooze button.
7:20 a.m.: Jump out of bed, remembering I need to put gas in the car before I go to my sister’s to babysit. Shower, make coffee, pack bags, etc.
8:04 a.m.: Rush the kids out the door and into the car.
8:15 a.m.: Remember, as I’m driving and eating one of the whole-wheat bread and Nutella sandwiches I made for the kids and myself, that it’s the first day of the Local Food Challenge. Groan. Console myself that coffee and Nutella were on my exemptions list anyway.
8:45 a.m.: Get gas.
8:55 a.m.: Get to my sister’s house. Discuss what I’ll fix for the kids for lunch; wonder why in the world I didn’t bring any vegetables from our house! For a brief moment, believe the only local food in her house are a few sliced tomatoes. Eventually unearth corn and apple slices in the freezer — along with some local liver sausage. Realize that this “eating adventure” looks like it’s going to start with liver! But not for the kids. They get meatloaf and potatoes (not local).
9:30 a.m. - 12:30 p.m.: Watch kids, fix lunch, etc.
12:30 p.m.: Lunch. Kids’ meatloaf smells very good. Liver sausage smells … well, just smells. Try some. Decide it’s OK. Remember Ol’ West barbecue sauce in the fridge. Add that. Am amazed once again how that sauce can make any food better! But decide I’m still not fond of liver.
1 p.m.: Put 1-year-old to nap.
1:15 p.m.: Send other three outside to play and do dishes. Recruit dog to help clean up under the table.
1:45 p.m.: Bring kids inside. Read stories. Put other three down to nap.
2:30 p.m.: Realize, as I hear the 1-year-old waking up, that her 3-year-old sister has fallen asleep. And that my two children have not.
4 p.m.: Brother-in-law gets home from work. Depart for local foods shopping trip. Think I hear something a little odd as I drive away; decide it’s just gravel in the tire (that’s happened to me before).
4:10 p.m.: Look at Natural Abundance. Find Mikkonen eggs and local honey. Buy them, along with the mac-n-cheese box that Sofi threw in the cart. Sigh. Remind myself that this whole local food thing “is the art of the possible.”Realize, as I’m carrying Erik to the car, that his diaper is now dirty. Change Erik in the car; wash hands with spray; put diaper in plastic bag and look for garbage. Don’t find one. Decide to drive by gas station to throw diaper away.
4:40 p.m.: Head for Palm Garden Cafe. Buy some focacchia bread that smells really good. Plan on having that with some corn chowder from the freezer for supper.
4:55 p.m.: Decide I have just enough time (we have a preschool meeting for Sofi at 7 p.m. in Frederick) to go to Kesslers to check out their local wines. Find local wine and — score! — beer from Minnesota! It’s not in-state, but it’s far better than I was expecting, and I deem it acceptable for the food challenge. Head to the milk department. Read labels: Nothing resembling local at all. Miss, not for the first time, the great local creamery that supplied nonhomogenized milk to our grocery store in Iowa. Grab the gallon jug from Illinois and decide to do more research on local dairy.
5:23 p.m.: On the way to the car with the groceries, ask Sofia where her black jacket is. She starts to cry and wants to go back to her aunt’s to get it. Get to the car. Swear. Ask Sofi to please stop fussing as we now have bigger problems: We have a flat tire. Put groceries in car. Realize Premier Auto is closing in about five minutes. Call them anyway. Get no answer. Call Dave. He says to call the Toyota dealer. I call; they give a number of a tow truck. Call Dave back. He tells me I shouldn’t need to get a tow truck; the instructions for changing the tire are in the manual. Get out the manual. Start looking for tools. Get frustrated the jack doesn’t move from it’s place. Try harder. Get the jack out. Get other tools out. Get spare tire cover off and spare tire off holder. Start loosening lug nuts. Get three of five loose. See a police officer driving in the parking lot. Flag him down. He offers to help, even though he’s not supposed to (liability reasons). Starts to look at jack. Two Boy Scouts and their dad arrive. The dad offers to help. He finishes loosening the lug nuts. The two men put the jack in place. They remove lug nuts. Tire won’t budge. Kessler’s worker arrives, asks if he can help. “Have any WD-40?” Kessler’s worker gets some; tire still won’t move. Older Boy Scout suggests, several times, the policeman fire off a couple rounds at the lug nuts to loosen the tire. Policeman smiles, but doesn’t think that’s a good idea. Policeman calls tow truck, thinking he might have better tools. Crowd leaves. Kids and I munch on focacchia bread. It is good!
6:10 p.m.: Tow truck driver arrives. Tire still won’t budge. Driver hits the tire with the spare tire. After several tries, the tire gives! The rim had been quite corroded. Driver changes tire. Realize, as I get out the checkbook to pay him, I put down the lug nuts for the spare somewhere. Search car. Driver helps; he comes across the dirty diaper that I still hadn’t thrown out. Yech. Find lug nuts.
6:26 p.m.: Start driving for home! Realize we have just enough time to make it to Sofi’s preschool event.
6:40 p.m.: Pull over. Light has come on on the dashboard. “Tire inflation pressure” warning. Check tires; they look OK. Keep driving, but more slowly.
7:04 p.m.: Get to preschool event. Realize I have cracker drool on my shoulders from babysitting and my knees are filthy from working on the tire. Decide not to dwell on it.
8:20 p.m.: Get home from preschool event. Forget the chowder, which is still half-frozen; decide to make scrambled eggs with vegetables. All local! Want to have toast and butter with the meal — but haven’t made bread yet. (We ate most of the focacchia in the car earlier.) Remind myself, once again, that “life is the art of the possible” and make toast.
8:46 p.m.: Enjoy the local eggs and vegetables. And look forward to going to bed. (Oh, and finally throw out the diaper.)
So what did I learn from all this? PLAN AHEAD! … And that my strategy has shifted — the local foods challenge has become a work in process. It’s a journey, and we’re just at the beginning — we’re going to learn as we go!
And tomorrow’s another day!
A Health Fair is being held at Frederick School Gym on Saturday, Feb. 27 from 7:30 until Noon. Info on a variety of health topics, including free hearing and vision screenings. Some big hits last year were the beer goggles, like those being tested by Pastor Gaylen in the picture on the right. The glasses simulate what it is like to walk when you’ve had a few too many, the Wii Hula Hooping and the Farm safety booth where attendees had to decipher the safe liquids from the not so safe!