Spocavore Day 3 Bart: the end of the road

Well not really.

But I was thinking last night that if the father and son from The Road stumbled upon my house while journeying across the post-apocalyptic landscape that is the setting for that wonderful book, they would no doubt camp here for a while.  Unless of course someone else beat them to it, which would probalby be the grim truth delivered by Cormac McCarthy in a way that only he could.

The point being, I have a TON of canned goods in my house.  Last fall Sara and I swapped goodies with our elderly neighbors Joe and Vivian who well into their later years are still more active in their urban gardening, harvesting, and canning than anybody I know.  That’s helped in this competition.
Breakfasts have mostly been Petit Chat Tuscan loaf bread and a variety of jams and jellies that Sara and I made from Joe’s fruit or that Vivian made for us - apricot and strawberry, raspberry, and plum specifically.  As was the case yesterday.
Lunch was more left over stir fry - I don’t require variety while at work.  Though all this talk of grilled cheese has me excited to give that a shot today.
Dinner was a nice mix of peppers, tomatoes and onions sauted ( I too discovered CDA oils ) with Small Planet tofu and eaten with tortillas from El Mercado del Pueblo.   And libations consisted of Dogzilla IPA from Laughing Dog and a glass or Arbor Crest wine later in the evening.

Onward and upward!