Before Summer took off for California, she started a book called Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. Summer rarely starts just one book. But that’s another story. She left this book on the dresser in our bedroom and curiosity got the better of me so (Cheech is rubbing off on me) I picked it up and read the first 20 pages or so. It has some very real social commentary as well as some very real facts regarding American and their eating habits. The interesting angle the authors took on Americas Eating Habits doesn’t just bash us for eating poorly (fast food, processed food, preservatives, steroids), they bash us for eating food, fresh food, that has traveled halfway across the world to be on the shelves of our grocery stores.
At this point of the story, the Protagonist has just upped and moved her family from the rain starved Arizona desert to the South Eastern United States to an old farm she and her husband own. She went from aqueducts and canals keeping the green lawns of the golf courses (i love to play AZ and NV golf courses) bright green year around to running streams, seasons and a local economy that is mostly comprised of farmers.
Summer and I really want to be able to utilize our property and the beautiful year around weather of the tropics to grow food for our household. Granted, we don’t want a working farm that is going to supply us with all of our food, but we would like to subsidize certain things we would normally buy at the grocery store with things we are growing on our property. We also buy all of our produce from the guys selling local fruits/vegetables on the side of the road (I really like the guys stuff out on the 115 heading towards Mayaguez).
I am getting hungry just talking about this. I am going to make a salad. A salad that Summer and I grew 
Just kidding, I’m heading to McDonald’s.
Popularity: 47% [?]
