Local cheeses raneth over during last night’s local foods potluck, which gathered area farmers and producers for a discussion on Buy Fresh, Buy Local marketing ideas. I’m looking forward to a ladies night at Claire’s for left-over devourings – I hear someone dropped off jams and other assorted items for her to taste and evaluate . . . glad to help.
Just pieces of the good life happening every moment in this particular Pennsylvania thicket. There are, of course, disturbances. Deer hunting (with guns) is open and blasting. I am afraid to go into the woods on trail runs due to what I perceive to be lack of ocular skill; multiple shots are required for each critter.
So after scraping out the chicken coop this afternoon and wheel-barrowing several loads of firewood over to a nuestra casa, I picked up quality reading piling up in my magazine bin: the November 24, 2008 issue of The New Yorker, which includes various writings on food (Texas BBQ written up by Calvin Trillin was amongst the best), and my first issue of Good magazine.
After licking my fingers clean of imaginary BBQ sauce heaven, I leafed through Good’s issue on the election. I subscribed to this magazine after reading about it in literature provided to me by Slow Food. Good gives 100 percent of one’s subscription payment to one of 10 organizations; I chose Slow Food of course. I have to say that my first issue has not blown my hair back, but in my interests of living a good life I’ll give it another shot.
Who knows? A good life only comes with each step of the way.
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