Sarah and I are now entering out 12th month of our local eating adventure.
This morning as I sipped mint and nettle tea and ate left over mashed potatoes my mom grilled crispy under the broiler, I thought about a questions my mom, my dad, my grandma, and pretty much everyone else has asked me recently: “what’s going to be the first thing you eat, January 1st?” People ask that a lot, all year it was “what do you miss?” and now that we’re in the home stretch, it’s “what are you most excited about?”
I have to say, I can’t think of anything I want. I’m starting to go over it in my head- what does New Year’s Day look like? I honestly have no idea.
I was a super hardcore coffee addict. It still smells good to me, but I haven’t had the slightest inclination to actually drink it in months. I can’t think of anything else. I sorta want to say something really epic and exotic- like kumquats or haggis or fish curry- but none of that sounds like food to me at this point, and as much as I remember loving Thai and Indian and Vietnamese food, I’ve had a fairly spice free existence for a year and fear the consequences of reacquainting myself with it.
I’m not sure what, if anything, will change 30 days from now, for me. Sarah might have a totally different feeling about Jan 1, and I’m sure we’ll both have a chance to talk about it a lot in the next month. I definitely feel a sense of appreciation for everyone who’s followed our journey this far and I’m so grateful we started on this path- I had no idea it was going to be so humbling and empowering, so much work and so abundant, so isolating and so connecting.
It’s been, in other words, just as diverse and beautiful, remote and embracing, as this place we live.