You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours
Here’s my five year old boy heading off for his first day of kindergarten. Obviously he had a lengthy meeting with his fashion consultant the night before.
It’s too early to make a call on how kindergarten is going. When I went to pick Col up yesterday at 3pm (the time he’s usually home, fluttering awake from his nap cocoon), his friend Ella came running up to me and gushed “I love kindergarten! I’m so excited that I get to go to school four days a week, I can’t wait to tell my mom ALL about my great day!”
Meanwhile, Col had nothing to say. He can give a detailed soliloquy on how he’s going to trap the skunk that killed our chicken, or how Rosie ran eight blocks the other night in pajamas and cowboy boots while he sang from his bike “Go Rosie Roo, you’re amazing Rosie Roo!” But when it comes to a play by play of his day at school, there seems to be nothing worth noting.
Meanwhile, I’m going absolutely full tilt bonkers in the kitchen. Every day there’s zucchini roasting in the oven, kernels of corn getting sliced into freezer bags, jars of peach salsa bubbling in the water bath canner.
I’m really excited about this column I’m writing on eating local, and in the spirit of write what you know, I’m putting summer in a jar, to be opened on a frosty, November morning.
But here’s where I need your help:
My column doesn’t have a name, and I need one pretty much now. I also need a photo of myself, and keep telling my editor that I need to wash my hair first. I’ll wash my own hair, but if you can come up with a fabulous name I would thank you for your clever generosity with a pint of chokecherry applesauce, or a bag of dried porcinis, or a jar of grape jelly, or even a half pint of the cherished peach salsa. The name needs to reflect my bioregion, the San Juan Mountains or The Southwest, and beyond that, here are some of the words I’ve been tossing around:
omnivore, locavore, hungry, seasonal, table, eating (feel free to generate entirely different words)
So get your crafty brains ruminating and leave me a comment with your great idea. If you’re shy, you can comment anonymously, just make sure you type in your e-mail (only I will see it), so I can contact you for info on where to ship your jar of choice.
ps: Dan is home, no elk yet, but archery is a long season.