Creek-Side Musings in the Pines of New Mexico

 Among the many joys of camping are the early morning views, if you picked a good spot, and the anticipation of coffee and breakfast en plein aire. 
Plus, adorable chipmunks, rushing creeks, et al.  Foodie Spouse and I made a brief foray up into the canyon and high meadows near Pecos, New Mexico, where pines interspersed with quaking aspens, along with the Pecos River and assorted tributaries, make one feel arrived if not in the lower Italian Alps, at least in Colorado, but without the massive use of fossil fuels to get there from Albuquerque.

As for breakfast---Butter from Ireland, eggs from ?, Pellegrino from Italy, along with the olive oil, blueberries from New Jersey, coffee decidedly not local, faux Canadian bacon, tortillas from NM, hmmm.....As I was reading Barbara Kinsolver's engaging book Animal,Vegetable, Miracle, on this jaunt, I was certainly aware of my non-local provender, yet also grateful for it.  Today I plan a massive run on Trader Joe's to snap up canned and jarred and boxed goods before the gasoline-fueled prices go up.

My tomatoes, cukes and herbs growing in bins at home are doing nicely, thank you, so I am not an utter food globalist.

Comments

[Merlinz]

As I was reading Barbara Kinsolver's engaging book Animal,Vegetable, Miracle, on this jaunt, I was certainly aware of my non-local provender, yet also grateful for it. Today I plan a massive run on Trader Joe's to snap up canned and jarred and boxed goods before the gasoline-fueled prices go up.
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Merlinz

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[Dhananjay]

This is a lovely little plant with a seriously bad history. Fundamentally the berries (which are present in this photo but not ripe) are poisonous. The berries ripen by starting green, like the ones in the photo, and turning orange then eventually red. Birds and skunks love them and eat them quite often so the level of them being poisonous depends upon where you look. Most respectable books tell you that they are not good for consumption by children or dogs.
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Dhananjay

http://www.alcoholaddiction.org/new-mexico

[Foodie]

The global thang vs the local thang can get us all in a swivet. It's a puzzlement, indeed. But when pioneer locavore Joan Gussow told me she drinks only Aussie wines, eats chocolate, and occasionally buys a carton of OJ from Florida, we had a good laugh, and I sauntered off to see if any mangoes were ripening at the neighborhood grocery.

[KathyF]

I care a lot more about what I eat than where it comes from, and I'll put my menus up against a locavore's any day in a carbon comparison. Heh.