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A Piping Cup of Hate

I’m late with this entry. I’m discouraged. CNN/Time’s media-repackaging machine coughed our Time Cheapskate blog article back up, bringing with it a piping hot cup of hate. Here are two of my favorites:

some hate

fresh hate

I don’t get it. None of the writers of this blog is “an obese pig.” We’re long pig, like everyone else. I don’t think any of us has ever had to use a WIC card, though we’re all glad that they’re available to folks who need them. While I’ll cop to being a slacker of Lebowskian proportions, I can say for sure that Emily is one of the hardest-working people I’ve ever met, determined to eke out a living on the new frontier of journalism. For years, she’s been working the sharp edge of entrepreneurship harder than anyone with a regular office job. As for Cari, I think anyone would agree that being a mom is a full-time job in itself. She’s also a for-real serious writer, another full time job in itself. (Oh, sure, that’s not a real job. Yeah. Go to the bookstore. Pick a novel off the shelf. Do you have any idea how much work went into making it?) On top of that, since the launch of this blog, she’s gone from futzing in the garden to producing a significant portion of her family’s food. I’d be impressed by anyone who can do half of what she does.

Now, it’s obvious that the haters, for the most part, are just rubbing one out with the white glove of sanctimony and moving on. If they were interested in food as much as they were interested in acting superior, they’d post some recipes, and break down their weekly budgets for us. If they were interested in food, but had enough human dignity to leave aside superiority’s Dorito glow, they’d be like, “Oh, that’s interesting. Here’s what I eat.” But they haven’t, not a one.

You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him think, so I assume that, if the hater brigade were to read this, it’d fall on deaf ears. I can also say, with the stats to back it, that most of them don’t read the blog. If they did, they’d know that we’re not about what they assume we’re about. We’re not showing that we’re better than anyone else. We’re looking at how we spend on food, and trying to lower our budgets while maintaining or improving the standard that we enjoyed in more prosperous times. No, we don’t eat a lot of Hamburger Helper or $0.25 ramen. That’s not how we do. We love food almost as much as we love our families. As a rule, we drive little, and we don’t have cable TV. We prioritize our pleasures, and we list food high. If that keeps anyone down, it’s only ourselves. Speaking for myself, far from keeping me down, my love of food has kept me alive. Food is one of the basic necessities. It is also the most reliable pleasure. It is to the reasoned enjoyment of that pleasure that this blog is dedicated.

And if any of you juvenile fucks out there calls one of my co-bloggers an “obese pig” again, I’m coming out there to kick your ass back to grade school, where you belong.

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Totally Awesome and Totally Illegal: My Trip to the Commissary

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I have bad news and I have seemingly good news that might make you judge me a little.

The bad news is that my CSA is over for the season. Yep, I picked up my last share exactly one week ago today, meaning no more unusual produce, fantastic cuts of local, organic meat or ridiculous abundances of cheddar cheese, eggs and milk—all set to the tune of $25 a week. Nope, I’m back to paying regular grocery store prices. Or I thought I was, until a certain uniformed someone (no, I’m not dating a soldier) offered to help me do something awesome, if not totally illegal and somewhat unethical.

Recognizing my financial plague, she (yes, my uniformed friend is a she) offered to take me to the commissary, which is a grocery store on a military base. Everything is cheaper at the commissary because 1. prices are set low for members of the armed services, no matter where they are stationed and 2. this is probably because (I assume) it’s subsidized by the government. So you can imagine that it would be totally illegal for a civilian—one who has yet to file her 2008 taxes—to shop at there, but I did anyway. And it was awesome.

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Battling the Burnout

Kruger's Farm on Sauvie Island, because it's so much more attractive than this rant

Kruger's Farm on Sauvie Island, because it's so much more attractive than this rant

No, not the kid with the van and the AC/DC t-shirt back in high school. Wherever that guy is, he hasn’t bothered me in years.

Budget burnout. Thrift fatigue.

I’ve got it.

The meal planning, the savvy shopping, the eating what we have in the house when I’m hungry for something very different. All this…responsible behavior.

Our break leading up to labor day was supposed to alleviate some of that, I suppose, but I spent that whole break disgusted by the thought of food. I survived on graham crackers and ginger ale. Now we’re back on the budget, and I’m HUNGRY. And it’s not that our $125 a week won’t let me eat enough. If that were true, I’d accept some additional budget room for the fetal food demands.

It’s just that we’ve been at this for a while now, and I’m getting tired of it. Tired of planning the meals days in advance. Tired of saving the receipts. Tired of wanting takeout and cooking anyway.

Kvetch kvetch kvetch.

Welcome to adulthood, Cari.

We’re not just following this budget to see if we can do it. Our real family budget is benefiting greatly from this $50 a week thing, and we have no intention of giving it up. It’s pretty damn vital to our continued fiscal well being that we stick with it.

But ugh. This week I find myself in an antsy, angsty, teenage-style full on resentment phase. The first few weeks of a new budget are easy because there’s still the excitement of the challenge. Now I know we can do it, and so the drudgery has set in. Gotta ride it out.

Meh.



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Zucchinicide!!!

Yes, this is totally staged, a full 24 hours after the incident. That's why the leaves are all wilty. But you get the idea. (Also, no I have no idea why my pants look so weird in this photo.)

Yes, this is totally staged, a full 24 hours after the incident. That's why the leaves are all wilty. But you get the idea. (Also, no I have no idea why my pants look so weird in this photo.)

I did it. I finally got pushed over the edge and I did it. I killed one of the three zucchini plants. On purpose. And I’d do it again.

Did I say three? Why, didn’t I say in the last zucchini post that I’d planted two zucchinis this year? Yes, I did. And then that charming little acorn squash seedling a neighbor gave me started bearing fucking zucchinis this week. That did it.

I made lots of responsible noises in my previous posts about using all that zucchini we were getting from the garden even though I was totally sick of the stuff. I had every intention of trying many of your suggested recipes, and finding the joy in zucchini again.

Nope. I was already too far gone. The thought of eating zucchini again in this calendar year is enough to make me gag. In fact, I’m getting significantly queasy writing this post. I’ve overdone food before. I ate so many mangos during the summer of ‘96 that I used up my lifetime allotment of mangoes and am now quite allergic to them (full body rash, if you must know). Billy made this “triple-layer” mushroom feast when we were first dating that defies description and put me off button mushrooms until very, very recently.

But this? I’ve really done it this time. (Excuse me a moment, will you? Feeling a bit ill.)

So when that stupid potted zucchini that was supposed to be an acorn squash sent up its stupid green phalluses I went into a bit of a blind squash rage. First I handed that offending container across the fence to my neighbor who had not planted zucchini this year and so was not sick of it yet. (I was tempted to smash it on the patio instead, but it’s in a good clay pot and I’m a frugal pilgrim at heart.) Then I donned my gardening gloves and ripped the smaller of the two remaining plants from the ground.

You might say that if I’d really meant business, I would have torn out the much bigger plant that’s doing all the heavy production. You’d probably be right. I’m still harvesting the zucchini and freezing it in hopes that I’ll be willing and able to eat it again in the future. But for now, it felt damn good to kill that fucking plant. Just don’t report me to the vegetarian police. I think I may have violated some code of ethics or other.

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It’s Just a Pizza, People


A Few Brooklyn Pizza Joints, Mostly Worth Trying

NYC food circles were recently abuzz with the news that the price of a slice of Di Fara’s pizza had reached $5. That’s more than twice the standard street slice price of $2.25, itself the subject of recent inflation, what with the rising cost of flour and the continued rapaciousness of property managers. Founder and pizza-chef Domenico DeMarco explained it in the New York Times like this: “I use the top ingredients. Other pizzerias, I don’t think they use the top.” Yeah, right. Tell that to Sal and Carmine. Tell that to Anselmo. Tell that to… let me back up a second.

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