Wheat Junkie

At one point in our lives, we didn't even want to have children and now people tell me that I make crunchy parenting look easy, and that they always knew we would be great parents.  Looks can be deceiving.  What some think is effortless is a constant struggle.  I've been a foodie much longer than I've been crunchy.  My family owned fresh fish markets and restaurants that we grew up working in.  It was there that I watched my grandmother and great aunt fry fish, prepare collard greens and bake sweet potato pies that made the most dignified men eat with their hands and lick their fingers clean.  My appreciation for buying local, supporting small business and using fresh ingredients come from my upbringing.  We grew our own veggies, ate fresh farm raised fish and even caught and cleaned our own.  I remember my grandfather regularly telling us that he was “going to see a man about a chicken” and returning with said chicken, alive and well, clucking about before being killed, plucked, cleaned and fried for dinner.  There’s nothing like fresh, locally sourced, pesticide free food.

Where Am I Standing Wednesday - 8/14/13

Since I missed last week...here's a difficult one.  Where the heck am I standing?