CSA Basket #20: October 17, 2012

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CSA Box #20, 2012

CSA Box #20, 2012

In the box:

  • Broccoli
  • Carrots
  • Greens, Collard
  • Lettuce, Red leaf
  • Parsley, Italian
  • Potatoes, Yukon Gold
  • Shallots
  • Spinach, Bunched
  • Squash, Buttercup 
  • Tomatoes, Cherry

What was in the prior boxes?

This was the first CSA after the farmer’s market ended: Now we’re just picking up on somebody’s porch. Boo! {But it’s better than getting no more boxes.}

CSA Basket #19: October 10, 2012

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CSA Box #19, 2012

CSA Box #19, 2012

In the box:

  • Broccoli
  • Carrot
  • Cilantro
  • Lettuce, Romaine
  • Onions, yellow
  • Pepper mix, sweet
  • Red potatoes, red
  • Salad mix
  • Squash, Delicata
  • Tomatoes (a lot!)

What was in the prior boxes?

I just took a much-needed break from blogging daily for over two years (minus a couple of days). Saturday night I came home exhausted after going out with the SharePoint Saturday folks, and just didn’t do my daily blog post. I had been thinking about cutting back to a few times a week anyway, and it gave me a good excuse, especially since this week was jam-packed full of schoolwork, a live radio show, etc. And things aren’t going to slow down anytime soon.

Saturday was especially stressful, as my 14.5 year old pug Bubba had to have emergency surgery to remove his right eye, which had become dramatically swollen over a couple of days from a nasty infection. He also had a dental infection and had to have a bunch of teeth out. We had to make some quick decisions on Saturday, but as it seemed like he had a good chance of a full recovery (other than losing the eye), we went ahead with it. He was mostly blind anyway, as well as deaf (or near to it). But he must have  been able to see some light/shadow with the eye, because he’s even more lost than before and really has to find his way around by trial and error. Thankfully, he still has a pretty good sense of smell, so he’s using that to his advantage in locating food—he’s has a great appetite so far! Later this week, I’ll post a pic of our one-eyed pirate pug.

Yeah, eating with omnis

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I just got back from the SharePoint Saturday speaker’s dinner. I’m not actually speaking this year, but I got to because I’m one of the organizers. It was good to meet a handful of new people. Dinner was a nice salad, a completely uninspired and practically unseasoned vegetable pasta dish, and sweet potato fries with an ungodly amount of salt on them—but I knew Greg’s Grill would be like that. They just don’t go out of their way to cater to vegans—their thing is steaks. And we get to go back there tomorrow for SharePint. Rats. I really pulled hard for Broken Top Bottle Shop, which was much better in a variety of ways—location, food, beer, atmosphere, staff—but my co-organizers just wouldn’t go for it.

This was the first time in a long time that I have eaten dinner with non vegans. I had to consciously look away from their slabs of used-to-be cow and try to not to think A. How gross, and B. How sad it is that they’re blithely eating the body of a smart, conscious creature who was tortured and then killed, merely for a taste preference—and one that is grossly unhealthy for you at that. These are otherwise smart people, and I used to be one of them, so I try not to be too hard on them. I did wear my “Wings are for flying, not frying” shirt as a sort of passive protest. But I doubt anyone even noticed, or cared. The whole thing is frustrating and now I’m bummed out.

At least tomorrow there will be vegan options all day long, because I was in charge of catering. Ha! If I were really brave, I would have ordered all vegan food.

Makes me think of this Op-ed I read recently that highlights how lonely veganism can be sometimes.

Try to imagine what it feels like to be a part of a very small minority that shares common values. When I tell people I’m vegan they look at me as though I’d just landed from Mars, roll their eyes as though I had done something wrong and look at me as if I’m judging them – as if the ideological choice is about them and not the animals. Being vegan means that sometimes you feel lonely even among close friends and family. There is a huge ideological gap between you and almost the entire world around you. The worst is when an argument about morals begins.

As a lawyer and lecturer I’m used to arguments, but this is not just an argument, it is a repressed war. And when it rears its head, even for a moment, it is very painful and reminds me of how separated I am, ideologically, from most everyone else. I sit next to those closest to me while they are eating meat and I do what I used to do back when I also ate meat: Repress my emotions. Imagine that you are the only one at the table who believes in this very important value, and that value is being eaten at that same table. All I can do is look at my loved ones and remember that they too have morals. A person can eat meat and contribute to the world in a thousands different ways: Charity, generosity, love (for animals as well), integrity, compassion. There are so many good people in the world.

And then I look at myself and think: ‘You’re no saint either.’ Vegans hurt animals in so many ways, unintentionally. And what is it that I am really doing for the animals? Close to nothing; a monthly donation to animal welfare organizations and veganism. When I walk past a chicken coop, a cowshed or a stray dog I remember how meager my contribution to animal welfare really is. Veganism merely reduces the harm I am causing to the animal world.

Hodgepodge

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First of all: teenage boys and athletes foot. Ew!

Today was a hodgepodge. Also the 3rd time I’ve used that word in this blog—the last time less than a month ago. Do these words make me look old?!

hodgepodge (n.) Look up hodgepodge at Dictionary.comalso hodge podge, hodge-podge, early 15c., hogpoch, alteration of hotchpotch (late 14c.) “a kind of stew,” especially “one made with goose, herbs, spices, wine, and other ingredients,” earlier an Anglo-French legal term (late 13c.) meaning “collection of property in a common ‘pot’ before dividing it equally,” from O.Fr. hochepot “stew, soup,” first element from hocher “to shake,” from a Germanic source (cf. M.H.G. hotzen “shake”).

I…

  • Drove the twins to school
  • Had a great Google Hangout with one of my Humane Ed professors
  • Worked on the agenda handouts for SharePoint Saturday
  • Missed a middle school volleyball game to keep an eye on our 14-year-old pug Bubba, who is not feeling so hot and is possibly not long for this world. {I’ve been carrying him up and down the stairs and to and from the backyard for a few days now, because he can’t see anymore, he’s very confused, and he’s too weak to get around.}
  • Hung out with my older step-daughter after school
  • Watched a video and read {a little} for school
  • Did not get outside
  • Did not do yoga (last yoga = Sunday)

Tomorrow kicks off a very long weekend of SharePoint Saturday events. Judging from last year, it will be both fun and exhausting.

Lucky

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The Lucky OnesAfter a couple of reschedules yesterday, we were able to interview Jenny Brown of Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary today. I love Jenny—she’s so funny and frank—I just finished her book, The Lucky Ones, and I highly recommend it. Although it covers very serious issues, she had me laughing out loud at times.

I can’t wait to edit the interview and hopefully air it for our live pledge drive show next week. Between the interview and recording our news segment, we’ve been at the station a lot over the last few days!

Now that I have my books and VegFest is over, I’m starting to get caught up on reading and homework, but still have quite a way to go. So, I’m off to read some essays for Environmental Ethics from Earth in Mind.