I met a lovely group of food activists at an organic farmers conference in Texas, and one of them introduced me to the Soup Swap concept. It goes like this: you cook up a big ole pot of soup, enough for several quarts, and package the soup in your quart size containers. ( And if you don't have any quart size containers, come to my house because they are seriously taking over. No joke, I have, like, 50 of 'em and I think they are planning a mutiny because I shove them in this overcrowded draw with all manner of plastic tupperware-like things, and the conditions are horrible. I mean, overcrowded, dirty, dark, dank, you name it. I don't know how long these guys are gonna hold out - it's a travesty of justice and somebody needs to do something.)
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Friday, March 27, 2009
Why Market Liberalizers Are Dumb
"Given the reality of what consumers can and can't do, market liberalizers' enduring fantasy—that the collective power of tens of millions of conscientious shoppers will force suppliers to correct their bad practices—has been replaced by a grimmer understanding: Until we can make the market see all the costs of unsustainable farming, and until we learn how to temper its obsessive focus on ever greater efficiencies, market-driven sustainability will fail."
From this: http://www.motherjones.com
It's not that I think most people are dumb. Wait. I do think most people are dumb. But that's because I'm a privileged and cynical upper middle class snobby smartypants who doesn't always realize the perspective her liberal college education gave her or that not everyone else shares it.
From this: http://www.motherjones.com
It's not that I think most people are dumb. Wait. I do think most people are dumb. But that's because I'm a privileged and cynical upper middle class snobby smartypants who doesn't always realize the perspective her liberal college education gave her or that not everyone else shares it.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Cereality
This rant I wrote was published on The Ethicurean, an extremely excellent blog posting all manner of dialogue on food and food politics.
Recently a new “restaurant” opened up where I live. This eating establishment, called Cereality, is a franchise with five other locations. It calls itself a “Cereal Bar and Café” and its menu primarily features different kinds of cold cereal that you can mix and match along with a variety of toppings. The cold cereal is your typical General Mills or Kellogg’s fare, and the toppings include candy, nuts, and dried fruit. For $3.99, a customer can order a mix of two cereals plus two toppings and his or her choice of milk in a nifty container. (They also have oatmeal and smoothies.)
Recently a new “restaurant” opened up where I live. This eating establishment, called Cereality, is a franchise with five other locations. It calls itself a “Cereal Bar and Café” and its menu primarily features different kinds of cold cereal that you can mix and match along with a variety of toppings. The cold cereal is your typical General Mills or Kellogg’s fare, and the toppings include candy, nuts, and dried fruit. For $3.99, a customer can order a mix of two cereals plus two toppings and his or her choice of milk in a nifty container. (They also have oatmeal and smoothies.)
Monday, October 09, 2006
Guilt and Rage
Uhm, hi blog. I know it's been awhile...you're probably feeling pretty hurt and neglected that I haven't written anything in a really long time. I don't know what I can say to make it better. But, see, I've really been working on myself lately, and I know maybe you don't want to hear about it. The thing is, blog, I learned recently that I'm an Aries Moon, which means I get really excited about projects that I soon abandon. I know you may not understand this, but it's who I am, blog, and I need to start accepting that and....do you see something over there? It must be a tumbleweed, but it's sort of moving. It could just be a web crawler, in which case, nobody's home and we don't need any more university degrees. But if it's actually a live literate human, hey, welcome, I've got things to share, air to clear, hatchets to bury, metaphors to mix and bridges to sell you. And you are one lucky scout, yes you are, because this is a clandestine little meeting right here. To be honest, this was meant to be a private little talk between me and my blog, but nobody really wants to get into that putting their shit out on the table and owning up to their wrongs crap and all that.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Avian Flu vs Bicyclist-Ticketing Cops
I know you’re all shocked.
My loyal readership, probably dwindled down to a desperate few, wondering if Farmer Tracy would ever again throw out a morsel.
Actually, at this point, I’m probably writing into the abyss. Tossing my scattered paranoia driven thoughts onto one of a bazillion blogs out there in the fertile field of the internet. Like a tiny seedling in a 10,000 acre cornfield my writings are, only to be savored by a precious few. With butter and salt. Or grilled. Grilled corn is really good, especially marinated in curry sauce. I have a good recipe if anyone wants.
My loyal readership, probably dwindled down to a desperate few, wondering if Farmer Tracy would ever again throw out a morsel.
Actually, at this point, I’m probably writing into the abyss. Tossing my scattered paranoia driven thoughts onto one of a bazillion blogs out there in the fertile field of the internet. Like a tiny seedling in a 10,000 acre cornfield my writings are, only to be savored by a precious few. With butter and salt. Or grilled. Grilled corn is really good, especially marinated in curry sauce. I have a good recipe if anyone wants.