Today is the annual ritual whereby America feeds its prediabetic kids large quantities of high fructose corn syrup.

Give all those sweet young ones a nice big hug and kiss tonight when they go to sleep...assuming they do go to sleep...probably following an insulin induced hypoglycemic crash. Just be glad they still have sensitive insulin receptors.

Breakfast

Oct 31 Breakfast

Apple-pear juice, more of those homemade muffins (described previously), pears from our tree, a plum and fig from within town, and cottage cheese from Petaluma.

Lunch

No suffering at lunch either.

Oct 31 Lunch

Potatoes and fish and tartar sauce leftover from last night, plus walnuts from St. Helena, and a fabulous soup Kristin made. The soup is sauteed onions and garlic with butter, added water and a boullion, baked butternut squash pureed, half and half and milk added at end. The squash came from Fawn's garden (in Willits) the dairy products from Petaluma, and the onions and garlic from our yard.  Tap water.

Dinner

In 1992 I was at an apartment in Barcelona and learned how to make a Spanish omlet. We ate it at about 2 am. I remember spending a lot of time waiting for restaurants to open. We would walk in at 8 pm and they said come back at 10. By the time we ate I was half asleep. Perhaps the CIA should try this instead of the water torture they are getting flack over.

Loco, not Locavorism.

Oct 31 Dinner

I actually ate about 2-3 times what is pictured here. It was that delectable.

The Spanish omlet consists of a lot of eggs, six in tonight's version, four from Laytonville and two from our hens. I whipped it with a small amount of half and half (from Petaluma). The rest is simply mixed veggies from our garden: baked potato cubes, a couple of peppers, a couple of tomatoes, finely diced onions, crushed garlic, some dried oregano and thyme. That's Calrose rice from Woodland and the Sacramento Valley, which is a bit beyond the 100 mile diet limit.  Beer brewed with Hale at his 3rd Gate camp.

This is the final Locavore Month post. Looking back, I really think I ate better than I ever have in my entire life. It was a perpetual gourmet extravaganza most of the month. And I don't think it was expensive. A few special items (like the wild rice) were costly, but for the most part we got by using ingredients we grew ourselves, traded with others, or bought at standard prices in local stores--simply mindful of their origin.

My own habits have probably shifted a bit and I am likely to keep up many of them. I am going to be more relaxed when socializing, but also try to maintain high standards in my own home.

I will probably take a blog break, but come back with thoughts and analyses of the month, and what this experience teaches us about how to move forward.