"If every U.S. Citizen ate just one meal a week (any meal) composed of locally and organically raised meats and produce, we would reduce our country's oil consumption by over 1.1 million barrels of oil every week. That's not gallons, but barrels. Small changes in buying habits can make big differences. becoming a less energy-dependent nation may just need to start with a good breakfast." -Steven L. Hopp* (I added all those italics...you know me...have to be all dramatic and stuff.)
Now you all know my "thing" about the organic craze. Not that I don't like organic foods, or food growers...all power to them, but I also am not going to tar and feather someone for using 10-10-10 on their garden...I am no stranger to miracle grow to be really honest. And I do get a little irritated with the Organic Mom Militia that seem to think that I am poisoning the world because my kids have had refined sugar in their lifetime...so all extremists aside...
But it does make you stop and think just a little bit about how far our food travels to get to our plate, so maybe, just maybe, (not just the organic thing,) but what if we start seeing our cafeterias get their apples locally instead of from Washington State etc... we can start to see our carbon foot get a little smaller. Just food for thought.
*a quote from "Vegetable, Animal, Miracle" You know, that book I am going on and on and on and on and on about? Yeah that one. And Steven Hopp? Well, that is the man smart enough to marry Ms. Kingsolver.
About Me
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- PIE
- Maine, United States
- I used PIE, my nickname. When I was born, my father said "poor little pie face, she is so ugly no one will want to marry her, she will keep us warm in our old age." Yes it is true, and it stuck...so now, I am known as pie. This is how my journey started…NICE. I am a SAHM...which explains my brand of crazy. I live in Maine, just had another kid, and am feeling like I need to relocate to a shoe. My brother in-law and my sister convinced me that somehow, my life may be interesting to the masses…my secret thought is, as I sit at the bar in their house telling them about my life, they are thinking, “she is one crazy MoFo.” So this could just be their way of documenting it before they drop me off at the door of an institution. None the less, I have decided to give blogging a try. I do, however, worry that I will become the target of a seek and destroy mission led by my in-laws if I mention them too much, I am treading on thin ice as it is :-) Ultimately, writing about my screwed up life, I know I am eventually going to insult someone. So consider this a disclaimer and it is just going to have to cover it for the length of time that I decide to torture you all with my blog
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