I made dinner tonight. No big deal. It eventually occurred to me that I have absorbed the locavore aesthetic so completely that it's second nature.
.Well, there it is, unplanned and unadulterated. Local chipped beef, foraged mushrooms, onions and brussel sprouts from the Amish markets, pasta from the same. Butter too; the only thing that might possibly be "outworldly" is the salt.
It sits well on my gut. Are we better acclimated to foods grown where we are grown? Doesn't that make sense? Hmmm?