The world begins at a kitchen table.
No matter what, we must eat to live.

Excerpt from Joy Harjo’s poem “Perhaps the World Ends Here” which was read at the Grand Opening of the Main Market co-op and which is carved in the big community table there.

I didn’t go to the Grand Opening, but starting a blog post off with a quote or a song lyric or a saying always makes a post seem more interesting.

p.s. - the competition doesn’t end here.

But what can I say really

Monique takes tantilizing photos
Paul and Remi need to compete in a decathalon or some other feats of strength
Andrew is always looking at the bigger picture
And…. Becky took the words right out of my mouth with her post about not being creative in these competitions.  While she is vowing to change that this time around, I might be stuck yet again.

I made stir fry on Monday night using Small Planet Tofu and a bunch of veggies I picked up at Main Market, and I made a TON of it. I’ll probably eat it for lunch everyday this week.  Maybe that’s because I’m not creative, or maybe it’s because I’m entirely too busy in my life to plan ahead for stuff like this. I like to ride to work in the morning with as little cargo as possible – so bringing a huge container of leftovers on Tuesday allows me to not have to pack anything the rest of the week.

Yesterday I had a big salad and some Arbor Crest wine for dinner - good combo.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll follow some of my competitors recipes….

Source: Down to Earth

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