Supermarket vs. Farmers Market
Last Friday I was on a great panel with chef Ric Orlando, Rebekah Rice from Nine Mile Farm and Sharon DiLorenzo from Capital District Community Gardens. We could have talked about food for hours.
Actually, I’m looking forward to making it out to Rebekah’s farm one of these days and bringing back some of her eggs.
For me the panel was an exercise in restraint. I have something to say on just about everything. But I also wanted to allow other panelists a chance to speak. For the most part I think I was pretty good at hitting the issues I felt most strongly about. However, there was one where the moderator moved the conversation forward before I had a chance to weigh in.
It was one helluva question.
The Worst Mother’s Day Present Ever
Do you know what it feels like when I get served breakfast in bed? Go ahead. Take a guess.
The Capital Region’s Good Side
Today I get to talk about food in front of an audience. These things are always a lot of fun. I love talking about food. Except today I’m not doing it alone, I’ll be on a panel.
The audience will be the members of a regional leadership program that’s organized by the Albany-Colonie Regional Chamber the Chamber of Schenectady County. And the other members of the panel are chef Ric Orlando, Rebekah Rice from Nine Mile Farm and Sharon DiLorenzo from Capital District Community Gardens.
Presumably the farmers and gardeners will be talking about the great bounty that surrounds us. Ric can speak to how he uses these locally grown foods in his restaurant. And me? Part of what I’m going to have to mention is the tragedy that more places don’t do the same. But the session is about the good life in the region. And believe it or not, after all of these years sniffing around for good things to eat in the region, I’ve come up with a rather substantial list of things to be happy about.
Who would have thunk it.
More than Monsanto
Remember how I just said that I was going to keep the posts on the FLB light throughout the summer?
Well the outpouring of support yesterday convinced me otherwise. I was really touched by everyone who came out of the woodwork to wish the Fussies luck in our new adventures. But we’re not leaving yet. Plus we are totally coming back.
And of course there will be a tour before I leave. She doesn’t know it yet, but I may also have Jessica R. try to pull of an additional tour in absentia of the Profussor. However, I may need to buy her a couple of beers first.
But we’ll talk more about that soon once I get a few things straightened out. For now though I’m going to switch gears and move on to a more serious rant. It’s one that usually makes Mrs. Fussy roll her eyes. However, I think even she will come around on today’s tirade about the most dreaded name in GMOs: Monsanto.
