3.27.2009

Cornbread

It is the third Friday of the Three's Co. all-in eating experience and Julie is A.S. It seems logical that something like a 10K race would allow for a caveat in the non-produce purchase moratorium. Apparently the male contingent will not be moved. This experiment has truly redefined the immediate definition of local eating, as in within a six foot radius of the refrigerator. Jacob was seconds away from paying an extra $10 for two gallons of milk to go organic yesterday, then ended up saving $1.40 of that by going for T.J. brand. So much for the old "A Jew, a redneck, and a financial controller walk into a bar" punchline.

A new produce market has sprung up about a mile from the homestead. The lettuce and sugar snap peas in the front yard are sprouting like crazy and the broccoli and carrots are also beginning to show themselves. 2009 may have officially begun as the year of the boobs but is becoming, perhaps, also the year of this household getting it together for Pache Mama's sake.

3.18.2009

Priorities

Jake and Mike passed on a corned beef and cabbage feast last night. Julie went all out at Aqui, guacamole included. Clearly certain members of the household are better adapted than others to leftovers.

There is a slowly brewing hysteria regarding the dwindling supply of snacks. The TJ's pretzel sticks were stretched as far as possible; even Jake ate only a couple at a time. On a positive note, though, there is an industrial sized bag of dried cranberries (thanks Costco) and also three boxes of Oatmeal Squares.

3.14.2009

From the beginning

The month of March lends itself very naturally to creative living. There are buckets of water in the shower waiting for the garden soil, a spreadsheet inventory of all frozen and nonperishable food items, and already a new plan is brewing for April. The stack of empty egg cartons on top of the stereo speaker must not be left out, either. February has left us with several coolers of rain water and a burgeoning compost in the backyard. Lenten promises made in the vicinity of a Murphy bed have led to a cheddar cheese shortage and an empty chip shelf.