I went home this past weekend to harvest my garden. It would have been difficult to continue eating a local diet (and insulting to my mother’s cooking) while there, so I took a break. With the exception of coffee, I was surprised at how unexciting such exotic delicacies as banana and chocolate were. I think that indicates that we’ve been eating pretty well these past few weeks.
I realized that I’ve gained an appreciation of both locally obtainable foods as well as their non local counterparts. For instance, I really enjoyed a fresh baked roll made with white flour. The texture was chewy yet smooth and airy, and its crust light and crispy in a way that our local bread isn’t. But I couldn’t taste the wheat. Given the choice, I’ll go for pancakes made with Cliff’s flour over all purpose any day. The two flours have their places. Same goes for lard and olive oil. As with anything, the balance is ideal. All in all, it was really nice to be with my parents and get some perspective on being a localvore