Thoughts on Eating Local…from San Francisco
Walking around the CUESA Farmer’s Market at the Ferry Building in San Francisco, my senses (all of them) are in overload. My eyes can’t open any wider. My mouth is watering. And my family is home in Connecticut digging out from snowstorm after snowstorm, eating the frozen soups that I left behind and praying there won’t be another snow day this coming week (okay, so maybe my husband and my children are saying different prayers).
My work is based on teaching the value of minimally processed for maximum nutrition. Organic. Locally Grown. Sustainable good health. I’m the last person who should be asking this question. But really… Is it sustainable?
Here in beautiful California, every food group is represented locally – fresh produce in every color of the rainbow, nuts, seeds, grains, legumes. Back in Connecticut, with minimal sunlight each day in the greenhouses, the greens are growing in slow motion, there are no local grains, the legumes come from upstate New York if not further, and most of the produce is wintering over. If I eat any more squash, I’m likely to turn into one.
This is the plight of a frustrated Northeastern Locavore. It’s easy to say what we “should” do, based on the mantra of sustainability. But is my health really being well served? Maybe there’s a well-established reason for fair trade that allows us to be nourished as a nation, and prevents our individual communities from starving. I’m a card-carrying leader of clean, local and sustainable, but today I am wondering.
What do you think? … and please be sure to mention where you’re from!
Sending wishes for clean nourishment and balance to all, but especially my friends living in the state of winter.
Eat Clean Live Well.