Can’t get any more local than this!

by Ashley on November 24, 2010

I guess I would consider myself a locavore.  A what? A locavore; one who loves to eat locally, not only for personal benefits, but to help this earth as well. 

According to, eating locally is not only convenient, but also very necessary. 

“Our food now travels an average of 1,500 miles before ending up on our plates. This globalization of the food supply has serious consequences for the environment, our health, our communities and our tastebuds. Much of the food grown in the breadbasket surrounding us must be shipped across the country to distribution centers before it makes its way back to our supermarket shelves. Because uncounted costs of this long distance journey (air pollution and global warming, the ecological costs of large scale monoculture, the loss of family farms and local community dollars) are not paid for at the checkout counter, many of us do not think about them at all.

What is eaten by the great majority of North Americans comes from a global everywhere, yet from nowhere that we know in particular. How many of our children even know what a chicken eats or how an onion grows? The distance from which our food comes represents our separation from the knowledge of how and by whom what we consume is produced, processed, and transported. And yet, the quality of a food is derived not merely from its genes and the greens that fed it, but from how it is prepared and cared for all the way until it reaches our mouths. If the production, processing, and transport of what we eat is destructive of the land and of human community — as it very often is — how can we understand the implications of our own participation in the global food system when those processes are located elsewhere and so are obscured from us? How can we act responsibly and effectively for change if we do not understand how the food system works and our own role within it?”

Dustin always laughs at me because of the excitement I have towards local foods.  Every farm we drive by, I beg to stop.  Strawberries on the side of the road?  He knows not even to try and stop me.  Maybe he was looking for the girl that begged to stop by every mall she passed, but unfortunately, he’s not going to find that here (I think he’s okay with that). 

Visiting Dustin’s family is always a treat.  His grandfather really was a real life farmer.  That seems so neat to me.  His grandmother still shells fresh pecans and maintains a huge garden every summer; I got to see it for the first time this summer because obviously we weren’t away doing the baseball thing. 

We were up there one day this summer and we picked HUGE sunflowers from a field with rows and rows of the beautiful flower.  There is always something neat growing up there.

This week, prefectly timed for Thanksgiving, there is a large patch of turnip greens that his uncle is growing.

So what did we do? We picked them!  Eating local at it’s best! 

We were visiting some friends Monday night and as we were all getting ready for bed, I overheard Dustin telling Jonny that “we had to get up early because we were picking turnip greens early Tuesday morning.”  What?!  This was the first I had heard of that.  I honestly thought he was kidding.  But, I guess that’s how farmers grandson’s do it. Right, Dust? No big deal, just picking dinner!  I love it. 

Boss loved it as well, he flew through these fields, hopping like a rabbit over the greens!

There were huge turnips as well, but I’m not too sure what are supposed to do with them.  I brought one home to my mom because she is, like I always say, a master in the kitchen, and exactly what I thought, she’s adding it to the Thanksgiving menu. 

 Here is Dustin’s mom with one of the turnips!

He may be a baseball player at heart but deep down I think he really enjoyed this as well!

Not the best picture, but a good time for sure!  I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving! 

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