Act Locally, Think Morrow-ly

Hello my little blog babies!


Erm, that was a bit weird. Apologiez.


Does anyone else get confused by all this "eat organic! no, don't eat organic, it's all a ruse by the government and food processors to get us to buy more stuff! eat local, and only local! wait...this man probably doesn't have enough room to grow these tomatoes 'locally' on his roof in Manhattan so they were most likely grown in his bathtub maybe I shouldn't buy these 'locally' grown tomatoes at the farmers market" mumbo-jumbo?
Does anyone else finish a Michael Pollen book and feel utterly fed up with the universe, and not to mention somewhat horribly elitist for having finished more than one book by Michael Pollen?


I sure do.


"These blueberries are from Virginia. That's close, right? But they are like four dollars more than the ones from Maine. These avocados from Chile look so much nicer than the ones from California and if I'm looking for quality and taste well shouldn't I buy them but I also want to buy locally...what should I do?"



I'm so exhausted by the whole thing I don't know what to do. So when the Morrow Dining hall planned a B4D (breakfast for dinner for those of you new to, well, everything) exclusively using local foods, my relief at not having to decide which foods to buy local or organic or whatever was overwhelming.

Now Brinner is honestly the only way I get through those tough hump-days (heh). We always look forward to eating typically morning-only noms while bopping along to quasi oldies. But this week was LOCAL B4D, by far the most popular Brinner all year. Local makes a difference when it comes to breakfast food, I know that much.

So this past week, there was a lot of good noms on the menu.

We started with a goat cheese and caramelized onion frittata, a big hit among all of those who actually got a piece of it. Sean, energetic as always, was running back and forth from the kitchen to the buffet line, making sure everyone was happy. Unfortunately, there weren't enough frittatas to go around, and Sean was not pleased. For all those who missed out on the goat cheese and sweet onion deliciousness, I am so very, very sorry.

I personally am not a French toast fan, but I was told it was great, especially with the local blueberry topping. Seeing as we are close to blueberry country, I am not surprised the topping was delicious.

The pork sausage was wonderful, and the roasted root vegetable home fries (consisting of potatoes, carrots, onions, sweet potatoes, and a few other assorted vegetables) were earthy and flavorful. I felt like a rabbit eating so many fresh veggies.

For dessert, we were offered baked apples and vanilla ice cream. I have this weird thing against mushy apples, particularly of the baked variety, so I didn't partake in those sweet offerings, but I did have some pumpkin ice cream. Om nom to the nomiest.


The night was hectic and emotions were running high, but, in the end, we all had a fantastic Local Nomz Brinner. Do you think that's what they will start calling it that on Smith2Eat? I hope so.