Old Freezer, welcome home

We just took a giant step towards eating locally during the winter. For the paltry sum of $30 we are now the proud owners of a smelly, old freezer.  I should give it a name like “Old Man Winter” or something stupid like that. Then I can bug my wife and say I need to go fetch something from him or ask her to get some ice cream from the “Old Man…” In a couple of days it will be all cleaned up and ready to be put to work. Add in a freezer alarm, a little gadget that will sound if the temperature goes above a certain point (meaning all you hard work is going to go thaw out and be inedible),  and we will be set. I forsee an upcoming weekend being a freezing frenzy. 

I hope I am not becoming one of those irritating people who start to see their surroundings through some single-issue lense but… as I walked through Lakefair this last weekend I wondered how much of the food being sold at the booths was local. Isn’t that what a local fair is supposed to be about? I know that can get irritating to constantly think this, and I shouldn’t be dogmatic about it. To be fair it’s more a fundraising effort (the food anyways) by a variety of organizations not farmers bringing in their prized zucchini.  The Thurston county fair will be more of the latter, I think.