Sometimes I get so pissed off by the world we live in, all I want to do is scream.
Instead, I garden.
I can't believe what people are putting into my food, into your food, just to get rich. Is money that important?
I don't make a lot of money, but I have an apartment, a television, a stereo, and a bunch of other stuff. I eat very well, I have clothes and a bicycle, and every now and then Noshette and I even go on vacation. So it pisses me off when I read about how business people (let's not call them farmers, because they aren't) are putting plastics, antibiotics, pesticides, poisons, and who knows what else into my food, just so they can produce more food at a faster rate. North America has so much food we throw tons of it away, so why cant we just make better food instead of more food?
Enough ranting. Complaining never gets me anywhere, and most folks just don't want to hear it. Instead, I make myself feel better by growing good food and then cooking good food and then eating it. Maybe, just maybe, if enough of us stop buying these 'food products', people may be awakened from their advertising-induced capitalistic comas and stop buying this crap from these business people,and start buying food from farmers. I think I may begin to use the term 'food products' to refer to most items that are sold as 'food'.
I think I was still complaining in that last paragraph. Sorry again. Thanks for reading, if you're still there. Here is what I meant to write when I sat down at the keyboard:
This week marked the official opening of Montreal's community garden season. I visited my garden plot to clean it up, weed it, transplant some plants, and reflect on the upcoming summer. I took home some dill, chive, oregano and thyme plants that come back each year, and planted them in window boxes on my balcony, so I can enjoy fresh herbs all summer. I also trimmed down our sorrel plant, which will supply us with fresh sorrel all summer. It will end up in our salads, sandwiches, sauces, etc.
This afternoon, after a long bike ride with Noshette, I made Sorrel soup.
I didn't use a specific recipe - I rarely do. When I cook something, I usually look up several similar recipes and create my own version of what I want to make based on a combination of the recipes and my own culinary knowledge. Today I referenced The Joy of Cooking and Julia Child and Simone Beck's Mastering the Art of French Cooking, and combined recipes from those books with my own cooking skills.
I cooked some diced onion from my winter CSA in unsalted butter until the onion dice were soft, then added some peeled and julienned potatoes (also from the winter CSA) and let it cook a while. I added some white wine leftover from a previous dinner party and then added about a liter of chicken stock from the freezer. In went the sorrel, which I more or less chopped up. After a few minutes - long enough to soften the potatoes, I added a free-range organic egg yolk and some conventional sour cream which I had just whisked together with a bit of the hot soup.
Yum. Now I feel a bit better.