Nursing Buddha

President Obama is in my town right this very second! It’s surprisingly exhilarating though I will never be closer than 7 or 8 miles away from him at any time. I suppose admitting this officially qualifies me as living with a pretty low threshold for excitement. Wooooo! Mah town’s on the teevee, Ma, come look, come look!

Speaking of excitement I should be embarrassed to admit….FARM BOX! FARM BOX! FARM BOX! That’s the chant I made up to celebrate our family’s newest effort at not completely participating in the total destruction of the world. We now subscribe to a weekly delivery of locally grown produce. And whenever The Man and I start talking about what day the farm box delivery is and what might be in it, I’m seriously barely able to contain myself from starting up the FARM BOX! FARM BOX! FARM BOX! chant.

Here’s the first haul  and some of what I made with it….

BabyBuddha got to try everything before seasoning and copious amounts of bacon were added. She dug the green beans and watercress but I think the escarole went over the biggest. She is my constant companion and has been adapting to her role of kitchen supervisor, posted in her high chair.

Though I keep my distance because her calmness is dependent on putting myself out of grab range:

I also experimented a little with frozen banana “ice cream” this week, but destroyed any points I might’ve made in moderation by slathering it with an impromptu brown sugar caramel sauce. Worth it.