due to circumstances not beyond my control, which i let get beyond my control...i have neglected to blog the past week of thrills and spills in locavore liz's quest. BUT...be not deterred, for i am not, even in these challenging times.
friday, last week i woke to day 12 of locavorism. it was an interesting day and lunch was full of happiness thanks to a cauliflower grown by my friends dad...until the evening when i collapsed and faltered. was this hunger? was it laziness? was it emotional distress? was it realisation of a bar set too high...a finish line too far in the distance? whatever it was, i broke my stream of locavorism and scoffed a plate of
imported , affectionately cooked by my housemate, vegetables!
shock!
horror!
despair!
i don't know where these specimens have come from. they very well may have unloaded off the back of any old truck from miles and i-don't-even-want-to-imagaine-how-many-miles away...
and the rain fell saturday morning. i checked the farmers market calender and had faltered once again, misreading the date for this saturday's market. i was down to one egg, one (soft) potato and a few florets of cauliflower. so i made a decision. i crumbled under the pastry of a south melbourne market spinach & cheese surprise and lapsed into a five day hiatus.
yes, i have dearly disappointed myself, yet sense the impending renaissance. i will visit
Ceres in brunswick this wednesday. i will! i will embark on this expedition with green bags blazing...it's a new dawn and i will triumph in this resurgance, i will not let five days of wayward feasting destroy my endevours to be the best locavore i can be...that is until i celebrate my 27th year on september 8 and eat a whole cake.