Saturday, January 31, 2009

I'm A Believer

There are few things in the world I love as much as I love food.  And one of those things is a smokin' deal.  I'm not talking your run-of-the-mill 20% off business here- 20% off is a sucker's deal.  I mean the kind of deal where you walk out of the store and feel like you got away with something.  That is a true deal, and it fills me with complete and utter glee.  

Not too long ago, a friend of mine introduced me to my newest favorite incarnation of the food/deal marriage: our local food co-op.  The beauty of the co-op we have up here in Northern Utard is that it is open to anyone who would like to participate.  It's not income-restricted, it's not specific to any one church or neighborhood, and they actually want as many people as possible to take part. 

The first time we ordered from the co-op, I was skeptical, and not just because I'm a skeptic by nature.  It seemed too good to be true, and we all know what that usually means.  But, I paid my $5 lifetime membership fee and placed my order.  I was pretty certain the food I was going to get was going to be the stuff the grocery stores turn away, but I figured it was worth a shot.  Boy howdy (yep, BOY HOWDY), was I wrong.  The produce was absolutely loverly- the stuff you'd find in the yuppy grocery stores that I can't afford to shop in (and wouldn't if I could because paying double to shop in a status-market is against my moral code), and the meat and grains were equally good.  Whenever possible, the co-op I belong to buys from local growers and producers.

Last week I picked up our order for this month.  Here's what I got for $23:

1 pound of top sirloin fajita strips, 2 pounds of chicken drumsticks, a 2-pound sirloin pork roast, a pound of lean ground beef, a 2-lb. bag of carrots, 5 Fuji apples, 5 oranges, 1 head of romaine lettuce, 3 red bell peppers, 2 avocados, 5 pears, 5 tomatoes, a pound of rice and a loaf of wheat bread from a local artisan bakery.    


I may have died and gone to heaven. 

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Maintaining Your Blog is SO Overrated

Sorry for not posting; I suffered a head injury that completely wiped out the part of my brain that remembers I have this blog.  Oddly, that is the ONLY thing I forgot about- having this here blog.  I didn't even forget about my other blog.  Just this one.

Yeah, you're not buying it are you?  Darn.  Oh well, it was worth a shot.

Truth is, this crapola economy has hit us pretty hard, and between joblessness and a never-ending cycle of colds and the flu, there hasn't been much culinary excitement to be had in our home.  (Other than the excitement on Top Chef.  Can you believe Leah and Hosea?  I get that you're in a pressure cooker and lonely, but seriously?  You do realize you're on television, right?  And that they're totally going to exploit this?  You idiots.  And don't get me started on Restaurant Wars.  Yeesh.)

But I digress.  (I digress a lot.  It's one of my favorite pasttimes.) I'm back, and I'm going to be better about posting.  I promise.  I know it's been a difficult separation for you, and well, I just can't have that on my conscience.  And no, those aren't my fingers crossed behind my back.  I'm just practicing yoga.  You know, multi-tasking.  Blogging and practicing the yoga pose in which I put my hand behind my back and put my fingers into a position which some might misinterpret as being crossed.  Really.  Would I lie to you? (Don't answer that.)