After weeks of pondering what I should first write about, I've decided to bite the bullet and just speak. TODAY. With lots on my mind, and a blank "page" in front of me, I will do what I first intended not to... write without a real theme in mind.
My thoughts are all over the board today, not necessarily in fashion (although fashion dictates much of how I present these thoughts to the world), but mostly in food and interiors. and travel.
I'm currently reading Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer which is why my mind is predominantly focused on food for the moment. This morning I also began choosing recipes from the book Fresh from the Farmers' Market by Janet Fletcher.
Due to my recent reads, I'm completely consumed with thoughts of canning, farming, recycling, composting, and living as an eco-concious being. I'm on the fence of veganism, moving to a farm, buying chickens and a goat... needless to say, I tend to react quickly and dramatically to the issues that move me (in this case, literally!). I'm sure all of this thrills my husband. He is supportive of my strides to change our eating, cleaning, and living habits, but is much more level-headed with a "slow and steady wins the race" motto. These thoughts have forced me to contemplate my current living situation, future one, and past occupancies (basically just torturing myself with thoughts that I should've taken better advantage of gardens, fresh springs, and clotheslines that I once had access to). Yes, just two books is enough to make me ponder my entire life. In a good way though, reevaluating my relationship with food and what is possible for me in a small city bungalow to grow, reuse, etc.
Food has always had a great impact on my life, my mother being a personal trainer and nutritionist, and my decision to become a vegetarian at the age of 16. I also have 4 chefs in my extended family, three uncles and one cousin, a bit uncommon I suppose. I'd like to think that my strong sense for sustainable living must also have to do with my family roots in Ireland and my visits to their farms. The wonderful food that was made from scratch, the milk of their family cows, and vegetables from their extensive gardens outside Galway. They've always carried reusable bags to the market, used clotheslines, and composted their food, which constantly made me wonder why Americans used SO much of everything (I know that's a generalization, but for the most part true). I'm getting both hungry and sentimental reminiscing those times and those meals!
I better get going... the farmer's market calls and so does my hungry belly. Tonight I plan on making fresh cauliflower and potato soup with cilantro, sounds perfect for this rainy Saturday. I think I'll wear my black equestrian style wellies, red Burberry trench, and carry my vintage 1940's umbrella to try and stay somewhat dry at the market today.
Ciao!
