My neighbor, Patrick, has a candidate for best hidden garden in Browne’s Addition. He lives in one of three old houses on my block that are all owned by the same landlord, so there’s a bizarre, unspoken commune agreement except with more showering. I told him about our locavore challenge and homeboy hooked me up with zucchini, yellow squash, tomatoes, carrots. Too much in fact. I hope during the competition to stop in at One World and lighten the load. Like my cohorts, I ventured to Green Bluff for Apple cider, peaches, and green peppers, and then got local eggs from Rocket Market, milk from Fresh Abundance. Made a mean veggie omelet for breakfast (minus the fixings), a big salad for lunch, smoothie courtesy of my Hulk-Hogan Thunder mixer, and a bigger salad for dinner. It’s not easy and I’m ill-prepared but that’s okay because 7 vs. 7 is about friends, fun and testing a rope bridge, not knowing if it will hold or fall apart. The Sustainable September kick-off lunch is tomorrow, and then another trip to Fresh Abundance. Wednesday around 5pm I’ll ride my bike out to the Millwood Farmers Market if anybody wants to join, and then to Feast With Friends which features local farmers and ranchers and guest chefs from Latah Bistro, Luna, Sante and One World.

We sadly have one fallen soldier. And I already knew going into this I was going to come close yet so far because on Friday afternoon, I’m leaving for San Francisco. At any given moment, I might blow up my locavore chances beforehand if I feel like I’m starting to sink. Legitimately failing in spectacular fashion is a specialty of mine.

Perhaps the amazing Dry Fly is to blame. Right now, “Paranoid” by Black Sabbath is apparently playing too loudly to the chagrin of my charitable neighbors. My eyes gloss over the time when I realize I have to wake up in a few hours for work so things are happening at the moment that are not on the internet. Like the knocking on my door to keep it down and me planning a creative breakfast.

To be continued…

(And yes, a rivalry is resurrected. DTE is like bacon to Remi Andre, he loves it with anything.)

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