6.10.2010

i know your name, i got your number

egg on toast

in between in every extra second i have (not many) i've been slowly reading through Barbara Kingsolver's Animal Vegetable Miracle. it is one of the better "food revolution"/"the sky is falling!" books i've read to date. it's so beautifully written, the descriptions of their family farm are full of beauty rather than of stoicism/high-fiving for sticking it to the man, etc. give it a read if you haven't already.

i have been on a local food kick. local everything kick, really. BE local. my sister and i fantasize about owning a farm (even though i'd settle for enough garden in town and an old house with walking distance to local businesses, etc) and i'm dreaming of bike riding, picking berries, canning, cooking up a storm. etc. which, in all honesty, could be enough of a response to having infecta-tit and a newborn baby hanging around (though we've gotten to know each other so well i feel like he's been here forever!)

anyway, i somehow managed to tank him up enough to get him to sleep. which meant i got to eat my first real meal of the day (chocolate oatmeal cookies, granola bar, and grapes do not a meal make): toast with Camembert, spinach, and egg fried in butter. the best way to fry anything, really. i have definitely come to LOVE butter. i want it on everything all the time.

k will be here soon and i'm underslept. so i'm going to snatch up my lil' typeface and snooze! xo

1 comment:

Melissa said...

"even though i'd settle for enough garden in town and an old house with walking distance to local businesses, etc" me too! that is my dream.

also, you know how people always say that beer is proof that god wants us to be happy, I think that butter is. Butter makes 90% of things better.