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.