Friday, August 20, 2010

No Math Requirements

On August 19, the New York Times published an op-ed by Stephen Budiansky entitled "Math Lessons for Locavores" on the economic fallacies of eating local produce. It's a useful counterpoint to increasingly popular arguments by locavores about the costs of eating foods outside of an ideal radius (this ideal radius -- what is considered local -- isn't set in stone. I've noticed it getting smaller and smaller as the idea of locavorism catches on.)

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/20/opinion/20budiansky.html?th&emc=th

The author acknowledges that there are a lot of good, completely valid reasons for locavorism. He just objects to sustainability-based arguments revolving around the transportation costs of non-local food. As someone who enjoys a long drive into the Virginia countryside in search of perfect peaches, I concede. Yes, the economics of driving 50 miles to connect with farmers or inspect ideal chicken housing presents something of a disconnect -- if I copped an attitude about the superiority of what I was up to. I've seen this attitude at the Dupont Circle Sunday market. Like Budiansky, I don't care for it.

While knowing the math satisfies my inner debunker, this sort of math doesn't figure into my decision-making about food. I don't eat locally because it's the right thing to do for the environment either -- no dis to the environment, of course.

Economics figure into my rationale and ethics about eating locally. I want small farms to succeed. I buy local food to protect local businesses. But this isn't the main reason I prefer local food.

For me, eating locally is more about my identity (professional and personal) than sustainability ethics. It's akin to the reason I avoid restaurant chains (unless they're local chains), big box stores and national retailers. I don't think there's anything inherently wrong with big businesses (unless they're blighting a cultural landscape). I just generally have better experiences -- better service, better food, more interesting options -- with smaller businesses and small local farms.

Buying local food from (or near) the producer is also a form of recreation and connection for me and my husband. The more I'm learning about food through research for this blog, and in my kitchen, the more interested I am in food shopping outside of grocery store environments. If our combined per-hour rate were applied to the time we spend shopping for and preparing local food, we'd probably be spending about $800 a pop for a home made, locally-produced caprese salad.

When I open our BTU-gobbling refrigerator and see the fruits (and vegetables) of our latest outing, it's all personal, a temporary edible album of the last few weeks. Ethics, arguments and math don't figure.




Friday, August 6, 2010

A Great Read for Locavores

As my research on leftovers continues with two books: M. F. K. Fisher's How to Cook a Wolf (1942, 1954) and Radical Homemakers (2010) by Shannon Hayes, I took a cool green detour to the Pacific Northwest. Recommended by a close friend who lives on Vashon Island (near Seattle), I ordered the book Fat of the Land: Adventures of a 21st Century Forager (2009) by Seattle-area writer Langdon Cook while I was in the thick of foraging research. It's been sitting on my bed stand for months.

I picked it up one night and read a few pages. Then I read the rest over the course of the next week or so. Reading the book is like taking a year-long vacation with a friend -- the writer sounds like someone I've known for years. I spent six years in Seattle (1998 - 2004) and still consider it one of my favorite cities in one of the best regions anywhere. The book reminds me why I liked the place so much.

Fat of the Land is made up of fifteen stories about different indigenous foods one can catch or forage in the Northwest, along with a brief natural and cultural history. The stories are organized by season -- logically -- given the window for hunting or gathering these local treats is often very limited to a specific time of year. Each concludes with a recipe.

For me, this book ranks among the best on the topic of foraging. I've read a few of Euell Gibbons' books, including Stalking the Wild Asparagus (1962, his most popular, I believe). I'm attempting to read all publications on the subject, but most writing I've found isn't officially published. I've been getting bits and pieces from other blogs. A lot of foraging books are guides -- extremely useful for identification of species, but generally not books you'd read from cover to cover.

What makes Cook's Land so great? For one, he's a good writer and likable. He shares himself and his family with the reader. But what puts the book at the top of my list is the writer's ability to create a relationship with the reader -- one of a growing culture of thinking consumers. He's not preachy. He's a storyteller of a counterculture (?) now becoming more and more mainstream.

Anyone who would read the book has most likely been Michael Pollanated, and keen on alternatives to the industrial food complex. We're kin, priorities-wise. We have a similar education and work history and we're nearly the same age. That figures too. Cook was a senior editor at Amazon.com until 2004. He and his wife and son then moved into a cabin off the grid.

Although the book's primary subject is foraging in the Northwest, underlying this is a writer whose choices reflect an admirable ideal. Unlike "No Impact Man,"(Colin Beavan) also a writer who lives a sustainable ideal (and worth his own entry), Cook isn't trying to convert anyone. Having read so many books on food lately, and related documentaries on the subject, I'm really ready for post-beginner commentary and prose. Fat of the Land satisfies that craving, and makes me even more homesick for the city and region Cook continues to explore.

Here's Mr. Cook's blog: http://fat-of-the-land.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Home Ick

Image: Home economics class, 1948. Courtesy Museum History and Industry, Seattle, Washington, Seattle Post Intelligencer Archive, No. P125646.

Making the most of leftovers was a common topic in ladies' journals and home economics manuals back in the days when women didn't outnumber men in the workplace. I remember "home ec" being offered in high school but didn't give it a second thought. I took typing or computer programming to satisfy my vocational course requirements. Home ec didn't comport with my AP course load or world view.

I was young and biased. I didn't have historic perspective. And it was the 1980s -- too close to the June Cleaveresque stigma attached to advanced, professionalized domesticity for a would-be neurosurgeon. I did not become a neurosurgeon, by the way. I became a cultural historian and historic preservationist with a strong appreciation for old-school values -- like thrift -- combined with environmental values -- like not wasting stuff, including perfectly good buildings and perfectly good food.

The current drawn-out recession has gotten a lot of historians and journalists busy looking at precedents in the Great Depression. Obama's New Deal type stimulus package drew obvious comparisons. The Chicago Sun Times published this great piece on cooking during the Depression last year:


The author, Leah Zeldes, does a good job of comparing the relative economies of home ec then and now, and sketches a brief but compelling picture of how people made do in the 1930s. She also promotes a book on the topic, Dining During the Depression by Karen Thibideau. The full title pretty much says it all, literally: Dining During the Depression: Strong Family Ties, Hard Work and Good Old Fashioned Cooking Sustained People During the 1930s. Updated recipes included.

During the course of my foraging research, I read about how Depression-era cooks supplemented their diet with dandelion greens and similar -- generally prepared with large amounts of bacon fat. Today, dandelion greens and other foragables are being eaten by people who can afford store-bought greens but use foraged plants because of their extremely high nutritional value. But that's another topic (for more on this, I recommend visiting Linna Ferguson's online foraging 101 slideshow:


I came across the book How to Cook a Wolf by M.F.K. Fisher in the bibliographies of many books about foraging and food, including Susan Allport's The Primal Feast: Food, Sex, Foraging and Love (Backinprint.com: Lincoln, NE) 2000, 2003. M. F. K. Fisher was a rock-star food writer in the mid-20th century. The book is a contemporary counterpoint to the dreary gourmand-unfriendly realities of the Depression.

Fisher penned How to Cook a Wolf in 1942, amidst wartime shortages in the US. She and her husband had recently returned from studying in Dijon, and her perspective on wartime American home economics reflects her fresh continental experience.

Fisher's wit cuts through the dull "three squares on a budget" mentality prevalent before and after the war. She notes that the ideal three squares create waste (too much food for an average person). She advocates eating small portions of better quality food throughout the day, supplemented with a good wine if you've got it. She lived a long and prolific life dedicated to artful living and died in a house built for her at a California vineyard.

Sigh. More inspiration for today's economizing foodies. No wonder her books are still in print.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Leftovers Redux: The Adaptive Reuse of Food

People have been recycling prepared food forever. Stale bread is a staple for frugal Tuscans; it’s the basis for many soups and salads. Croquetas, a now somewhat-fancy tapas item, came about when meat was scarce in Spain. Spanish housewives made them out of small bits of chicken and ham leftover from Sunday dinners. Whole culinary traditions are based on prepared food's adaptive reuse.

I’ve taken this to heart. Historically, food reuse related to economic necessity. Today, economic necessity is only part of the reason we’re conserving more, food included. Waste offends. Throwing away something “still good” seems very 1980s.

Conservation ethics aside, there’s something inspiring about looking at the sad remains of yester meals and envisioning fabulous redos. Half a cheeseburger originally the size of my head, could be what? The start of a bolognese sauce? Taquito innards? Not exactly historic inquiries, but not dissimilar to problems faced by economizing cooks the world over, past and present.

What foods started out as leftovers redux? What’s their story?

More on this shortly…

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Life in a Dumpster

Image, still from: The Gleaners and I (2000), Agnes Varda, dir.

Who knew food history research would involve dumpster diving? As a subject, that is, not an activity. Not that there’s anything wrong with it. For some people, dumpster diving is cultural commentary.

Dumpster diving came to my attention as a part of my foraging research. When interviewing DC-area foragers, a few wanted to clarify they didn’t dumpster dive, and that they found it disgusting, but wanted me to know that rummaging around in dumpsters was also form of foraging.

A few recent viewings drove home this point. The best of these is French and recommended if you like the French and aren‘t a stickler for linear narrative style. Agnes Varda’s The Gleaners and I, 2000 (the French title directly translates as “the gleaners and the (female) gleaner or gleaneress.” The film is partially autobiographical and not exclusively focused on gleaning or foraging food, but includes artists who make art of found objects.

I watched the film because it ties together the historic practice of gleaning with contemporary urban issues and food economics. (Technically, gleaning is the act of collecting leftover crops and has served as a form of welfare in some places. It's also a handy metaphor.)

This food film contrasts sharply with fairly contemporary hard-hitting American documentary features like Food, Inc, The Future of Food and Modern Meat. The Gleaners is very personal and anecdotal. There are no bad guys -- even the large-scale farmers who won’t let gleaners collect leftovers on their property have feelings. One is an exceptional artist whose drawings appear in a special feature on the DVD. I really don’t see “The Softer Side of Monsanto*” coming to DVD anytime soon.

One of the primary subjects in the French film dumpster dives. He also runs marathons and teaches French to immigrants at night. Selling homeless journals is his only source of income. But although urban gleaning is a necessity for this guy, his pure pragmatism and lack of materialism (or guile) make him a hero in this film.

The film makes a strong connection between those living on the fringes of society and their ability to identify things other people don’t value. This diverse group includes: alcoholics; immigrants; gypsies; self-supporting, non-commercially successful artists; and societal purists.

I like the relationship between still-good food and still-good and meaningful stuff that might have a new use, new life and new meaning in someone else’s possession. Although I don’t think anyone would categorize historic preservation as a fringe concern anymore, I do think preservationists are kin to Varda’s motley group of outsiders if only in our ability to see value and meaning in discards. Negotiating expiration dates is preservation's raison d’etre.


*For those who don’t watch food films or read about the subject, Monsanto is an evil empire of engineered foods. If you type Monsanto into Google, “Monsanto evil” is the first key word pairing.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Wal-mart vs. Whole Foods in The Atlantic


Image: still from Harry Potter and the Prisoners of Waldemart, October 2008, on YouTube.
Preservationists love to hate Wal-mart. I typed "Walmart preservation fight" into Google and found a slew of entries, as expected. Wal-mart threatens Civil War battlefield outside of Charlottesville. State of Vermont Battles Wal-mart in the Wilderness. Lancaster County, PA advocates have been fighting a Wal-mart planned for Amish/Mennonite country. Etc. Etc.

The National Trust has advocacy materials dedicated to fighting "big box stores" generally -- but Wal-mart has been the focus of most big box fights.

http://www.wakeupwalmart.com/community/hist-preservation.html

Conversely, Whole Foods is generally perceived as a good guy. The mission-based grocery store anchored historic and infill redevelopment at P Street and 14th here in DC years ago. Shopping there makes buying local and/or organic easy. But WF (aka Whole Pay Check) is notoriously expensive, which significantly edits its local customer base. Wal-mart is popular because it's cheap. These two businesses don't overlap in my ethical universe.

So I was predictably intrigued by the latest Atlantic Monthly's article "The Great Grocery Smackdown: Will Walmart, not Whole Foods, save the small farm and make America healthy?" by Corby Kummer.

What? Wal-mart now carries local produce that generally competes with (and sometimes exceeds the quality of) Whole Foods.' Kummer gathered together food snobs for a blind taste test. He prepared two separate meals with ingredients from the two retailers. "The tasters were surprised when the results were unblinded at the end of the meal. And they weren't entirely happy."

http://podcasts.theatlantic.com/2010/02/walmart-produce.php

"I'm not sure I'm convinced that the world's largest retailer is set on rebuilding local economies it had a hand in destroying, if not literally, then in effect. But I'm convinced that if it wants to, a ruthlessly well-run mechanism can bring fruits and vegetables back to the land where they once flourished, and deliver them ot the people who need them most."

This seemed to be the salient point, from the perspective of a preservation advocate. If they support the local food movement, why can't they do a better job supporting local preservation?

http://walmartwatch.com/

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Property Rights and Breakfast


Our peanut butter and jelly platter -- a breakfast staple -- includes representatives from many countries.

Since my last post, I have heard that a certain local newspaper won't publish substantive articles on foraging due to property rights issues. They apparently get pitches all the time for articles about foraging. I'm undeterred. I'm now figuring out where to pitch an article about foraging and property rights.

In the meantime, we have a stack of books to read about foraging. Although newspapers are apparently shy of the topic, publishing houses seem keen on the subject. I bought Henry Farm City: The Education of an Urban Farmer by Novella Carpenter (Penguin: New York, 2009) for Christmas and have Langdon Cook's Fat of the Land: Adventures of a 21st Century Forager in my bedside bookpile. Urban forager Emily Burrows, author of the blog Sweet Huckleberry, has loaned us about a linear foot of reference books.

So while I'm looking for the right market for the right foraging story, I've also been reading about the history of breakfast and the huge variety of things people around the world eat first thing in the morning. Thus far, I've found that Wikipedia has the most comprehensive explanation:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breakfast

Given the huge scope of the topic, I'm assuming I'll find something related to politics and urban design in my preliminary research. And add a little bit of variety to the morning routine.

Monday, January 18, 2010

"Dowager Queen of Local Food Movement" Challenged in The Atlantic

For myself and many of my friends, early gardening experiences shaped our long-term connection to food and its ethics. In my case, my mom dropped me off at Mrs. Frieda's place, a bona fide German kindergarten, on her way to work at General Electric where she was employed for 30 years. I was one of five or so kinder, and the garden was about an acre of land beside the house on a road ending in tobacco fields (I'm from Wilmington, NC). Mrs. Frieda had a hen house where some of we kinder collected eggs.

Acres of soybeans spread out behind the chickens toward someone else's small property. We ate what was grown on that property, plus a few imports from the candy section of the gas station at the other end of the street. Mrs. Frieda confiscated cans of Chef Boyardee dropped off by parents with their kids assuming that's all they would eat because that's what they ate at home. She kept these "banned materials" in a section of the cupboard sequestered from legitimate items, like baking soda.

I attribute my interest in food, history, and German culture and language to this experience. I was never particularly good with the German language, though I studied it for eight years and am still proficient enough to have polite conversation with German waiters.

When thinking about what I want for my kids, I can't help but hold up Mrs. Frieda's method as an ideal. I want my kids to grow vegetables as an integral part of their comprehensive education. I can't imagine not doing this.

So I was compelled by an essay in the latest Atlantic Monthly by Caitlin Flanagan, "Cultivating Failure: How School Gardens Are Cheating Our Most Vulnerable Students."

Flanagan takes issue with a California school program spearheaded by Alice Waters, one of America's most famous restauranteurs, and certainly one of its most political. A vacant lot in Berkeley next to the Martin Luther King Jr. Middle School inspired the "Edible Schoolyard" program that provides "experience-based learning that illustrates the pleasure of meaningful work, personal responsibility, the need for nutritious, sustainably raised, and sensually stimulating food, and the important socializing effect of the ritual of the table." Waters worked with the school's principle to create a curriculum around this.

Michelle Obama has lead the White House's healthy food's initiative and kids have been the Administration's primary target. Gardens are popping up in schools everywhere with support from all directions.

Flanagan's primary issue is the problem of priorities in schools with disastrous test scores, particularly those with first-generation Latino American students. Here's a sampling:

"Imagine that as a young and desperately poor Mexican man, you had made the dangerous and illegal journey to California to work in the fields with other migrants. There, you performed stoop labor, picking lettuce and bell peppers and table grapes; what made such an existence bearable was the dream of a better life. You met a woman and had a child with her, and because that child was born in the U. S., he was made a citizen of this great country. He will lead a life entirely different from yours; he will be educated. Now that child is about to begin middle school in the American city whose name is synonymous with higher learning, as it is the home of one of the greatest universities in the world: Berkeley. On the first day of sixth grade, the boy walks though the imposing double doors of his new school, stows his backpack, and then heads out to the field, where he stoops under a hot sun and begins to pick lettuce."

The problem with the program, Flanagan argues, is that it takes away from core educational objectives like reading comprehension and math in schools with high numbers of immigrants. To get into college, these kids have to meet minimum requirements that many aren't meeting. When gardening programs branch out into other coursework -- like English where recipes rather than essays are written, and math where plots are measured rather than more algebraically heavy exercises -- kids are cheated. The program may work for kids who have their bases covered, but it isn't "one size fits all."

Here's a quote from the state's standards regarding gardens:

"Some families, particularly those from other countries, may feel uncomfortable when asked to help out at school because their English skills or educational background do not give them a solid classroom footing. For these families, the living classroom of a garden can be a much more inviting environment in which to engage their children's education."

Flanagan notes, "if this patronizing agenda were promulgated in the Jim Crow South by a white man who was espousing a sharecropping curriculum for African American students, we would see it for what it is: a way of bestowing field work and low expectations on a giant population of students who might become troublesome if they actually got an education."

Here's the link to Flanagan's piece:

http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/201001/school-yard-garden

For myself, I think the Edible Schoolyard and similar programs are a good idea, but could be started much, much earlier like a "head start" program or as a complement to kindergarten. By sixth grade, eating patterns and tastes are already formed. Early agri-learning work wouldn't compete with later core learning kids need to get into college and succeed generally. I don't think my "Mrs. Frieda experience" could be replicated without a league of Black Forest transplants, but I do think U.S. daycare could improve significantly by teaching food values and fill a critical public need (and market niche).

Monday, January 11, 2010

Better than Omnivore's Dilemma? Susan Allport's Food, Sex, Foraging and Love



Leading up to the New Year, I was (and still am) working on two distinctly different kinds of projects. One makes the connection between food and history somewhat indirectly, the other involves research on food and the history of foraging as described in earlier blog entries.


The indirectly-food-related project involves polishing an idea for an illustrated story about displaced polar bears developed in early 2008 (the image included here is a detail of a draft of one frame). Bears go elsewhere when regular food supplies disappear. This seemed like a good starting point for a "road story" involving animals and food (that is, other animals).



Right now, I'm drawing most days. I've learned a lot in the process. Birds are extremely hard to draw. Polar bears can run up to 25 miles an hour. That sort of thing.


But, I've also been thinking about one of the best books on food I've read thus far. I learned about it in the end material for Michael Pollan's Omnivore's Dilemma related to his foraging research. I'd argue that Susan Allport's The Primal Feast: Food, Sex, Foraging, and Love is better than Pollan's book-- at least for those interested in history and food (and animals in my case).



I prefer The Primal Feast because Allport explains the science of food choices, as well as politics, anthropology and the history. And Allport entertains. For example, "migrating birds have been seen gorging themselves on fermented berries, then -- drunk, disoriented, and overweight -- the unlucky ones among them smash into buildings and cars. p. 121)." I feel so validated.


She also gets into the power of meat in the animal world. I was reminded of the Simpsons' episode in which Lisa decides she's a vegetarian in spite of her father's insight, "you don't win friends with salad." Allport provides the science behind this. Winning friends with meat is nature's way.



Here's the info: Susan Allport, The Primal Feast: Food, Sex, Foraging and Love, (originally published by Harmony Books 2000, reprinted by iUniverse: Lincoln, Nebraska 2003),