Being an Ethicurean and eating for two is more challenging than I thought.
For those who didn’t know, E. Ho and I are expecting. We’re three months along, and this is the first week that I’ve been able to log into this site without wanting to hurl. Seriously, it’s a landmine. Any mention of beef (grassfed or otherwise) rocks me with a wave of nausea. Brown sauces? Eww! Cauliflower?! Blechh!
Which makes this local eating business very difficult. In fact, I must admit that it has not been a big priority. Eating food that doesn’t make me want to puke is my main priority. This has resulted in one wasted CSA box (yes, I’m cringing too); sudden departures from farmer’s markets (I didn’t know rotisserie chicken could smell that bad); and an increased consumption of processed food (crackers and cheese saved my life for two weeks).
The only consistently friendly food has been fruit. Pineapple, bananas, apples, oranges, kiwis. Safe and most certainly not local or even in season in most places. There is, however, one delicious fruit that is both local and in season here in Austin, Texas.
Grapefruit. Yummy, yummy grapefruit — loaded with folate and juicy as can be. I’ve been having about two per day, and I’ve been so very happy. I buy them at the Sunset Valley Farmer’s Market, where they are 2 for a buck. Whole Foods is also selling Texas Ruby Reds. They are so delicious, I buy a huge bag of them, which E. Ho won’t allow me to carry. In fact, he won’t let me carry anything. He never liked me to carry anything before (he is a Texan, you know), but now he is quite adamant about it. Which is fine with me, I don’t particularly like carrying stuff anyway. Besides, he’s kinda cute when he gets bossy like that.
My friend Jenn is a grapefruit junkie as well, so I brought some to her. I don’t know about y’all, but I’ve always eaten my grapefruit this way: Slice it in half, then take a knife and cut the little wedges so that you can easily lift them out with a spoon. Then, after you’re done scooping out the flesh, you squeeze the juice into your bowl and drink it. Jenn prefers to peel hers and then eat the little slices. When I proposed that the skin underneath the peel was too tough, she said she simply peels that off and eats the juicy part.
I don’t know if there is some trick to that, but I tried it this morning and it was a freakin’ mess. I couldn’t for the life of me peel that damn skin off. I ended up kind of sucking the pulp out as much as I could, but it was extremely unsatisfying. First of all, I think I wasted a lot of fruit. Secondly, I had to do it over the sink, and there were a couple of dirty dishes in there and that grossed me out. Because I’m pregnant, and things like that are apparently disgusting right now. On the upside, I smell citrusy-fresh from my hands to my elbows.
So I think I’ll stick to my tried and true technique of grapefruit by the half-slice. Unless I can get E. Ho to peel my grapefruit for me, but I think he might draw the line there.