Name Jenni Pertuset (pronounced like "Jenna" — it's short for Jennifer)
E-mail me: jen...@ethicurean.com
Real jobs Mom, writer
Dream jobs Mom, writer, teacher, subsistence farmer
Best meal ever Supper with my Sweetie at Rover's in Seattle
Favorite meat Oxtail
Favorite fruit Asian pear
Favorite vegetable Carrots. or potatoes. or maybe brussel sprouts
Vegetables I eat only to be polite Celery
Favorite dinner growing up My dad's "Mexican food" - Anglo tostadas
Processed crap I can’t manage to live without Tings (my daughter calls it "Purple Booty") similar to Pirate's Booty, but without the soy
Sexiest food to me Chocolate
Most embarrassing cooking incident I baked a cake with a tablespoon instead of a teaspoon of salt for my parents' friend's birthday. My parents still tease me about it, but their friends ate the whole thing, and asked me to bake another.
Most traumatic food experience My parents had a rule: "Eat everything on your plate", and one day when I was about four I refused to eat my eggs. I had a minor egg allergy, and that might have been it, or it might have been that I wasn't feeling well, or that I just wasn't fond of eggs. But my parents insisted: "Your grandma made those eggs for you and you're going to eat them." So I did. I then threw up my entire breakfast all over my grandma's dining room table. My parents made a new rule: "Try everything on your plate."
Attitude about sell-by dates Eh, whatever. Does it smell bad?
Has your cooking ever made anyone sick? Not that I know of.
Food background I grew up eating vegetables out of cans. Even visiting my grandparents' farm every summer (where that photo was taken; I'm on the left doing the pee-pee dance), my fresh vegetable intake was limited - my clearest memory of my grandpa's produce is of green beans cooked with potatoes and bacon in a pressure cooker until everything was soft. I didn't pay much attention to what I ate until a vacation with my family took us within smell of a feedlot, which is when I gave up meat for a couple of years. I read "Omnivore's Dilemma" after my friend Lisa said she wanted to find fellow sustainable food seekers as a result of reading it. Together, she and I and other local families started Seattle's first meat CSA.
Open Book is my personal blog, a reading journal about farming, parenting, community, and whatever else strikes my interest.