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If you already know me, then these things are not so random. They should be fairly well-known facts. But if you have only just come across this blog, to quote NBC’s slogan from many summers ago, it’s new to you.

Tomatoes
Tomatoes
I love tomatoes. I learned how much during my first trip to Europe in 1989. My parents and I traveled the summer the iron curtain came down. We visited Germany, Austria, and Hungary. It was at our hotel restaurant in Budapest that my life was changed by the sweetest, most flavorful, excellently textured tomatoes I had ever eaten—and I’m quite sure have ever eaten to this day, twenty-three years later. 

It has been a minor quest to find tomatoes in my everyday life that measure up. I know the best way to satisfy this search would be to grow them myself but being an apartment- and now condo-dweller, I don’t have the real estate to make a real stab. Every summer since I’ve moved to my condo which has a bit of yard that I can make use of, I’ve dutifully grown tomato plants in large pots. Every summer, squirrels have predictably decimated my meager crop and I feel fortunate to harvest two or three workable tomatoes. In fact, it’s about time this summer for the squirrels to spring into action because the fruit on this summer’s plant are just beginning to ripen. Any day, I will come home from work to find several quarter-eaten fledgling tomatoes scattered about the yard. The squirrels are not courteous enough to eat all of one tomato. They eat part of many.

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CSA
My desire for delicious tomatoes was a large part of the reason why I bought into a CSA this summer (Community Supported Agriculture). While I patiently await the appearance in my box of lovingly homegrown, organic heirloom tomatoes, I have tried new edibles such as kale and kohlrabi, and discovered that roasted radishes are a wondrous thing. I sauté weirdo greens, like radish, collard, and kale, in olive oil and garlic. A fabulous supper is topping a premium frozen cheese pizza with sliced radishes, chopped kale, and sliced onions.

I am also embracing the notion of “know your farmer,” which extends beyond the CSA farmers to joining the neighborhood grocery co-op to frequenting farmers markets, where I can learn the names of the goats that made the feta cheese I’m buying or marvel that guerrilla farmers have turned metro parking lots into farms of raised beds that produce produce that’s as delicious as anything grown in a wide-open field.

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Food trucks
I love getting lunch at one of the numerous food trucks that populate the streets of downtown Minneapolis (and Saint Paul). They make innovative dishes with fresh ingredients whose names you recognize. Very many of them take pride in sourcing their ingredients from local farmers, the same ones whose CSA I joined or whose goats tweet lame jokes like, ‘Keeping it ALL in perspective: One of the goats just said, “Meh…”’ Sorry, but that cracks me up. Chain/franchise restaurants don’t stand a chance.

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Enjoying free time
I don’t make the most productive use of my free time. But these days you will find me experiencing contentment when I am sitting outside, likely with a beer, perhaps with a book or something on the iPad, in the shade, in my eight-inch high lawn chair. It’s low to the ground and the perfect height to stretch out my legs and still have a fairly level lap for supporting my reading material. Or I might draw my legs in to make a reading stand. Either way, it’s a comfortable chair with a back to lean against and it only cost $2.49 plus tax. I have two. One is a bright blue that almost matches the painted wooden stairs of my building. The other is my favorite green color. I seem to love anything in the fluorescent green to lime green range. I didn’t set out to like that color, it just sort of crept up on me. It can be a little self-conscious-inducing when I find myself sitting in the green chair in my lime green sweatpants and a green T-shirt with my green-covered iPad. Oh well.

Beverages
Beverages
Usually at some point while sitting outside, I will have enjoyed enough beer that I won’t really care if people are judging me for all my green. And if I’m lucky, passersby won’t even notice me because I just blend into the chair. I probably also have my green Nalgene water bottle out there with me, too, because I am fanatical, religious, dedicated about drinking plenty of water throughout the day.

I should be less dedicated about the amount of coffee I drink. I used to only consume decaf, but in the last couple or three years I’ve embraced regular coffee with gusto. Consequently, most Saturday evenings I begin to go through the caffeine withdrawal headache. If I’m lucky, it’s not too severe and I can time it so that it mostly happens while I’m asleep. I’m weird. I drink coffee during the week at my desk, frequently very enthusiastically, but at home on the weekend it doesn’t occur to me to make any. And that’s okay. I guess I’d rather have a weekly mild headache than get to the point where I have a daily nagging headache and greater dependency.

I have a love-should relationship with both beer and coffee.

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This just scratches the surface. I was challenged on Instagram to share five random things about myself, so I looked backwards in my stream and grabbed the first five photos that caught my eye as revealing something about me personally. There are many other photos that reveal things, too.

Zucchini zaniness!

July 17, 2012

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I joined a CSA for this summer and I will eventually write about that specifically, but what that participation has done for me generally is reinforce my decision to go organic and local whenever possible and when I’m not too out of money at the end of a pay period. Following my farmers on Twitter and interacting with the outgoing Karla—from her updates about what’s going on at the farm to twitversations about issues related to all aspects of food—my appreciation for “know your farmer” has really grown. I’ve received four boxes thus far (I’m on the every other week plan) with recognizable things and, because I signed up for the “booyah” version rather than basic, many things that I haven’t had before, which was the idea.

This is a long-winded way of saying that on the off-weeks for the CSA I have been availing myself of the many excellent farmers markets in town. At the farmers market, I don’t necessarily try to buy weird stuff. In fact, I prefer to get things I know I like. I brought home a lot of zucchini last week.

Zucchini is just about my favorite vegetable. I love it any way there is. When I was a kid, my mom would slice it and sauté it with onions until it was well-done and carmelized. Sometimes I still make it that way. She also used to make a casserole that included ground beef, corn, tomato, and cheese. Ever so occasionally I try to recreate that. But most often these days, I just slice the zucchinis in half and broil them gently.

Today, though, I wanted to make a meatless main dish, with my goal being to use up most if not all of my current supply. I found this delicious-sounding zucchini pie recipe on about.com. It was pretty easy to make—and even harkened back a bit to my mom’s casserole—but unfortunately, it didn’t even take half of what I have on hand.

Here’s the recipe as I made it. You can find the original version here. Okay, it’s not so zany, but it is amazingly delicious! And proudly made with local and regional ingredients, except for the quinoa and the olive oil.

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Cheesy Zucchini Pie

1-1/2 cup cooked quinoa
2 egg whites
2 egg yolks
2 tbsp non-fat dry milk plus enough water to make 1/4 cup milk
salt and fresh ground black pepper to taste
2 tbsp chopped basil, divided
3 cups thin sliced zucchini
1/2 cup shredded Swiss cheese
1/2 cup shredded white cheddar cheese
1 cup red cherry tomatoes, halved
1 tsp olive oil

Crust
Preheat oven to 400°F. 

Gently beat eat whites. Mix in quinoa. Spread around a pie dish coated with cooking spray. Bake for 15 minutes; remove and set aside. 

Zucchini
Reduce oven to 375°F.

Whisk together the egg yolks, milk, salt, and pepper in a large mixing bowl. Place the half of the basil and the zucchini slices into the bowl and toss to coat with the milk mixture. 

Place one third of the zucchini into the prepared crust. Sprinkle on one third of the cheese. Repeat the layering, finishing with the last third of the cheese. Toss the tomato halves with the olive oil and spread on top. Sprinkle with the remaining basil.

Bake at 375°F degrees F. for 45–55 minutes, or until the zucchini is tender. Let stand for 10 minutes before slicing and serving.

Pro tip: Pair with your favorite tasty beverage!

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Yesterday, Bossy Acres, the entity whose CSA (community supported agriculture) I bought into for the upcoming summer, held an orientation coffee meet-up. I was eager to learn about my first-time vegetable venture, but I was also excited because my mom is visiting this weekend and I knew the presentation would be a good information exposure for her with regard to my switch-over to the co-op/organic/free-range, etc. 

My parents will never come over to the organic side because they’ll never be able to get past the greater cash expense. But I was glad that my mom could hear a third-party talk about it. Karla, she at least recognized your passion for farming. But in the end, all she keeps saying is, “I remember when Carol Koehn did that and she ended up cooking head lettuce because there was so much.” I said, thanks for the positive reinforcement.

Well, everybody has their opinion. I sort of tried to convince my mom with taste, the taste of delicious, organic butter. The two things about my switch-over that have stood out are how much thicker the brown egg shells are, thereby necessitating a much firmer whack to break them, and how incredibly much more flavorful the butter is. People joke about eating sticks of regular butter. Free-range butter actually merits the declaration!

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So the Bossy info session was, I thought, very exciting. It was fun to hear Karla extoll the virtues of returning vegetable scraps for her worm beds, and funny to hear Elizabeth interject the well-timed joke about the business end.

We voted on which of three varieties each of tomato, pepper, and melon we thought Bossy should grow (ironically, the only one of my votes that won was for the melon, which I care about least). Then, we sampled fare from their CSA add-on partners. Beez Kneez sent along tastes of their regular clover honey and their less usual buckwheat honey to try. My mom got really excited about the buckwheat honey but again balked at the cost when I asked if I should get some in the summer. I might get it anyway and give it to her.

Barkley’s Bistro had dog biscuit samples to send around. I liked the peanut butter ones. See the thing is, they’re all natural, too. Bossy Acres grows the vegetable ingredients. Barkley’s informed us that the biscuits were basically what they’d make for human consumers but because their market is canines, they leave out the added salt and sugar. Fine by me! The lamb ones were pretty good, too.

Bossy’s final add-on partner is Moonshine Coffee. That’s the one that I might actually get in on. And they contributed a jar of beans for each of us to take home. I made some of the coffee this morning, the Brazilian beans. Pretty good indeed, even though it was a fairly light roast and I usually prefer very dark roasts.

Finally, Karla and Elizabeth sent home with us a box of their famous microgreens (are they famous yet? I assume they are!) as well as a dirt-box of pea shoots. Yummy breakfasts will ensue for the following week, because I will fold brown, lightly scrambled eggs over chevre, topped with Bossy microgreens.

I can’t wait for the harvesting season!

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I was originally going to call this post “The hippiefication of Kelly” but that was two months ago when the events I’m about to recount occurred. Since then, I’ve come to believe that that would be a bit disrespectful of all of the people working hard to be kind to this planet and the creatures on it, when what I really mean is that I’ve made a lifestyle choice that’s completely different than how I had been conducting myself.

Maybe not completely completely different, but definitely a switch. What happened: I bought into a CSA and joined the co-op.

I had been thinking about both for ages, particularly a CSA (community-supported agriculture, for those of you who are unfamiliar with what the acronym stands for, as I was). Each summer I admired the good-looking produce that my boss would bring for lunch and thought how nice it would be to have non-mass-produced vegetables, particularly tomatoes. Then she would tell me what she paid for her CSA and it was a non-starter.

On and off I had thought that maybe I should at least shop at the co-op. I eat a lot of fresh produce and of course I’d rather it wasn’t genetically modified and/or slathered with xyzticides. More recently, I had been subtly influenced to begin thinking more earnestly about the animals I eat by the Twin Cities’ food truck revolution of the last couple of years. Many of them source only local, happy ingredients, including meat, and that wheedled its way into my brain.

Add to that two final “straws.” A friend of a friend went off to farm school for a year. She’s living on a small, working farm with a group of other like-minded students. They do everything from ground to table, including animal husbandry, harvesting crops and animals, felling trees and constructing, everything. Reading her accounts of how connected she has become to the animals and earth has been no small influence. Thanks, Amber!

Around the same time that Amber went off to farm school, I watched the documentary “Food, Inc.” which should be required viewing for anyone who eats. Anyone who eats. I know that the food industry is just a giant factory, but seeing video and reading statistics made it a whole lot more tangible. Yes, I’m appalled by how the animals are treated, but what was really eye-opening is how evil corn is. Corn. I’m not going to preach here (much). You can look up the movie and watch it for yourself. It was horrifying to learn how the “circle of life” applies to factory farming of both plants<–and–>animals. “Circle of profit” might be more accurate. And the poor animals, being forced to eat things (corn) that they don’t naturally eat.

So all of this finally kicked me in the pants to take the actions of conscience I knew I’d been wanting to. Providentially, my friend Rob S. posted a link to Bossy Acres, the new CSA that he joined. I looked them up and it seemed like it was meant to be. They had half-shares at a price point that I felt I could manage. A week later when I got paid, I trotted over to the Seward Co-op and bought into that, too. I felt good about myself.

Then I shopped for the first time.

I’ll freely admit that it’s been a shock to my wallet paying for organic produce, grass-fed/free-range meat, and regional cheese. If I used more pre-prepared (processed) items, I think it wouldn’t be as great a cost difference. But I eat the fresh stuff. My bills have easily been half-again to twice what I’d pay at the mainstream grocery store. Surprisingly, it doesn’t bother me too much when I think about what I’m supporting and the real cost-benefits to the planet and the creatures we inhabit it with, including our fellow humans.

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