“We still (sometimes) remember that we cannot be free if our minds and voices are controlled by someone else. But we have neglected to understand that we cannot be free if our food and its sources are controlled by someone else. The condition of the passive consumer of food is not a democratic condition. One reason to eat responsibly is to live free.”
- Wendell Berry, “The Pleasures of Eating” from What Are People For?
My great-grandparents’ homestead near Hawarden, SK
“Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are.”- Anthelme Brillat-Savarin, The Physiology of Taste, 1825
“Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what’s for lunch.”
- Orson Welles
So what’s for lunch? Over the past few years I’ve become increasingly concerned about that very question. I’ve read one too many news stories about hamburger recalls, about e. coli in salad greens and mercury in seafood. I’ve read Fast Food Nation; I saw An Inconvenient Truth. I started reading about peak oil and the impact of rising oil prices on future food costs and availability.
It has became more and more obvious that the current food production and distribution system is not only potentially dangerous to me and my family right here and now—it is completely unsustainable and environmentally hazardous in the long term. We simply cannot continue shipping the majority of our food from 1,000 (British Columbia), 1,500 (California), 3,000 (Costa Rica) or 6,000 miles away (Chile).
I grew up on a mixed farm about an hour south of Saskatoon in the 1970s and 1980s. It was pretty typical for its time; my parents grew wheat and some barley, raised enough steers to keep a small circle of family and friends in steaks, and when I was old enough, my sister and I took over the small chicken and egg operation.
We also had the standard farm garden—lettuce, spinach, chard, chives, parsley and dill, corn, zucchini, peas, beans, tomatoes, cucumbers, potatoes, radishes, carrots, beets, onions, rhubarb, strawberries, a raspberry patch, chokecherry bush, crabapple tree, and a Saskatoon berry bush that never managed to do much of anything, to be honest.
A lot of that home-grown food went into our freezer or the cold room for the winter. But there were plenty of summertime meals where we looked down and realised that we had grown everything on the table (and in most cases, had just dug it up or picked it off the vine half an hour before supper). It always gave me a thrill of self-sufficient pride, and made the meal seem extra-special.
Since leaving the farm, I’ve lived in cities small (Saskatoon) and large (London). I’ve come to love food from all around the world, and eaten things that my farm-girl self would have thought unbelievably weird or exotic. But I never lost the taste for those first baby potatoes fresh out of the ground, the handfuls of raw peas scooped straight from the bowl, or the mouthwatering tang of chokecherry syrup drizzled over vanilla ice cream. So I started heading back to my roots—buying local food, raised how my mom and dad did it when I was a kid.
In many ways it was easier than I expected to replace food from far-flung places with something grown closer to home, especially in the summer and autumn. I already had a small city garden, and the farmers’ market could provide me with everything that I either didn’t have the sun, the space, or the expertise to grow myself.
But in the depths of February, I still found myself in a big grocery store reaching for a California green pepper or a head of garlic from China. I could do better next year, I thought to myself, if only I knew exactly what kind of food was still available right here and now, and where I can get it, or if I had more recipe ideas for winter vegetables, or if I knew what and when I needed to preserve in the summer to make sure that we didn’t have to live entirely off carrots from October to April.
Thus, Vert-à-Go was born! Over the coming weeks, I’ll be posting information on where, when, and how to get locally-produced food (eventually this will be a searchable database), and also what to do with it when you do find it. It can be more difficult to find local food, but it is not impossible—and you just might be surprised at what’s out there!
Susan Pederson-Bradbury (susan@vert-a-go.com)
Photo by Danny Pederson-Bradbury
