Food for Thought
Food for thought: last night at the Fireweed (it was very busy, with a wait for tables) the special was a delicious shrimp curry. Our crowd (Chip and I, our son, daughter & husband, and delightful baby Lani-- not to mention another daughter who works there that was waiting on us) were next to a table full of fishermen (and one logger who was sipping red wine, I might add, rather than a pint of Buster Board Lager named for a local sawmill operator now gone to his reward)-- anyway, when the guys asked my daughter about the special, she deadpanned that the shrimp was from Costco-- the fishermen all nearly did a spit take-- then she laughed and said, of course it was local and as fresh as can be-- and all was well, especially when the fisherman who caught the shrimp and sold it to the restaurant pulled up a chair and ordered a pint of fresh Haines Brewery beer. And that folks is a local economy and local food at its finest. (My lager and shrimp were perfectly paired.) Speaking of economy, there's nothing like the family from back east all showing up for a wedding in two weeks to get the house cleaned up. The front walk stones have been re-set and the back porch is about to be painted for the first time in about five years. When the crew showed up this morning and I suggested staining the trim on the whole house while they were here, Chip said I must have had too much beer last night. I guess there's a limit to local economics?