Salumi Part II: We Eat our Piece of the Pig

The Salumi adventure continues... On Friday, while Man of la Muncha is out traversing the serpentine streets of Seattle searching for Salumi, I am trapped at work, where a particularly hellacious week is coming to a long, painful end. At around 8 p.m., Man of La Muncha calls and asks how much longer I'll...

Cafe Flora – A Place for Locavore Vegetarians

A few weeks ago, when Seattle had just joined the rest of the country in the Land of Sweltering Heat, Man of La Muncha and I made plans to have dinner with M. and K., friends we hadn't seen in a while. After much emailing, we settled on Cafe Flora in Madison Valley, which serves locally sourced, seasonable,...

Organic, Inc. – A Cheeto by Any Other Name

The book Organic, Inc.: Natural Foods and How They Grew by Samuel Fromartz is a timely companion piece to Michael Pollan's The Omnivore's Dilemma. While they both touch on the commercial aspects of Big Organic (using Earthbound Farm and Cascadian as examples), Fromartz focuses much more on the overall...

Meat – It’s in Your CSA Box

One of the great things about contributing to a blog like this one is that people will email us, providing information, insights, suggestions, and other helpful tips. In the last couple of weeks, we here at Locavore Central (Seattle branch) received a comment from a local Seattleite. We corresponded a bit,...

Green Beans? No, Seabeans!

Last weekend, I went to the farmer's market without Man of La Muncha, who was feeling a bit under the weather. Going to the market by myself is typically a bit of a dicey proposition, as I have a tendency to buy, not only what we need, but also things that look weird or interesting. Two weeks ago, I came...

Not Dead Yet

For the past six years or so, I have been drinking organic milk exclusively.  Not that I drink a lot of milk, mind you--it primarily goes on top of cereal and in my coffee, with the occasional glass to go with a particularly rich and tasty dessert.  I began buying only organic milk after learning more about...

Pub Grub in Seattle

Seattle is a town of grey days, damp nights, coffee, and beer. While fair Portland to the south has more brewpubs per capita than anywhere in the world, Seattle has a thriving pub culture that is reminiscent of Great Britain. Seattle doesn't have many brewpubs--that is, pubs that make their own beer on...

Drinking (and eating) locally in Arizona

Last week, I had to spend a week in Tucson, Arizona to attend a conference for work. Since MolM and I have good friends in Tucson, I opted to extend my visit, spend the weekend with R. and P., and check out Tucson in the company of locals rather than from the lofty environs of the resort where the...

Eating Locally – the New Cool

I've been attending a conference in the arid Southwest this week, and as a result have been reading USA Today, a newspaper I never really look at. But, lo and behold, on page 5D of today's Life section, there's an article about a couple in Vancouver, British Columbia who decided last year to spend an entire...

Lunch at the Chuck-a-Rama

For Memorial Day weekend, I accompanied the Man of La Muncha to Boise to visit his family. On Monday, before taking me to the airport to head back to Seattle (Man of La Muncha had driven down, and was planning to drive back later in the week), we all went to the Chuck-a-Rama. What is the Chuck-a-Rama, you...

Chicken Man Part I: Stalking the Chicken Man

April 30, 2006. 1:00 p.m. The Man of La Muncha and I make our way to our local farmer's market. It's a lovely Northwest afternoon (note: "lovely" means "not hailing and not pouring rain". It is in fact cloudy and cool). We buy miner's lettuce, an olive bread made from locally harvested wheat, rapini, leeks,...

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