As restaurant owners, Mark and I want to (1) financially support the endeavors of hard-working, LOCAL farmers, and (2) make available fresh, truly LOCAL produce to our restaurant patrons. So, when we were recently invited to join the initiative of Lowcountry Local First (LLF), we jumped at the opportunity!
Lowcountry Local First is an organization of like-minded local farmers and local business owners that believe in the benefits of a local living economy. If you haven't yet figured it out, it's a local thing centering on the ideals of promotion and preservation.
Curious?
If so, check out their website...
http://www.lowcountrylocalfirst.org/
On the homefront, how this applies... (In case you were wondering!)
FYI: We were the only couple to bring our child along!
Some of my fondest memories however, come from the long, summer days I spent with Aunt Ruby and Uncle George. They weren't really my aunt and uncle, but they loved me like I was family! Much older, and southern, through-n-through, they taught me many important lessons about life and dirt.
(To me, the word dirt embodies the simple pleasures of childhood.)
When it comes to describing their dirt, in the literal sense, I'm stuck! Their home, their land, their garden, and their barns... WOW! Oh, I forgot to make mention of their man-made, whitewashed pool, or the shanty bathroom hut built into the side of a hill! Let's just say the place could inspire the cheerless to smile, and leave it at that.
On to the figurative dirt now...
Many afternoons I could be found playing in the fields, skipping from one fat watermelon to the next, or better yet, hanging carelessly off the side of Uncle George's tractor as we tilled the ground, preparing the earth for a new crop.
Buck-toothed and brazen, I busied myself with important tasks like maneuvering Cow Ant death tactics, and sunbathing on the black tar roof of one aforementioned baño hut.
It was, for me, a simple life of squeaky porch doors, okra, and hanging gourds. I miss those days!
I hope to give Aksel the opportunity to have a childhood as memorable as mine. For now, I'm focusing on the dirt, and staying true to my simple roots.
Oh, I'm also trying to keep things local!
A baby update: Aksel successfully rolled over tonight! I'm amazed at how quickly he's changing... XO
Lowcountry Local First is an organization of like-minded local farmers and local business owners that believe in the benefits of a local living economy. If you haven't yet figured it out, it's a local thing centering on the ideals of promotion and preservation.
Curious?
If so, check out their website...
http://www.lowcountrylocalfirst.org/
On the homefront, how this applies... (In case you were wondering!)
As new parents, Mark and I want to (1) lovingly support Aksel by meeting his very basic needs, and (2) make available to him, fresh, truly LOCAL produce. So, when we were recently invited to attend a tour of Rosebank Farms and a BBQ in support of LLF, we loaded up the truckster and called it a family affair!
FYI: We were the only couple to bring our child along!I had my reasons though... (1) a perfect outfit for the excursion, a FARM FRESH onzie by Zutano, and (2) a desire to teach Aksel a little about dirt.
When I think back, my early childhood was idyllic in many ways. I grew up in the country, in a modest home with a large oak tree out front.
I had a goldfish, a cat, no siblings, and 2.6 dogs depending on the day. (Strays, mind you.)
Some of my fondest memories however, come from the long, summer days I spent with Aunt Ruby and Uncle George. They weren't really my aunt and uncle, but they loved me like I was family! Much older, and southern, through-n-through, they taught me many important lessons about life and dirt.
(To me, the word dirt embodies the simple pleasures of childhood.)
On to the figurative dirt now...
Many afternoons I could be found playing in the fields, skipping from one fat watermelon to the next, or better yet, hanging carelessly off the side of Uncle George's tractor as we tilled the ground, preparing the earth for a new crop.
Buck-toothed and brazen, I busied myself with important tasks like maneuvering Cow Ant death tactics, and sunbathing on the black tar roof of one aforementioned baño hut.
It was, for me, a simple life of squeaky porch doors, okra, and hanging gourds. I miss those days!
I hope to give Aksel the opportunity to have a childhood as memorable as mine. For now, I'm focusing on the dirt, and staying true to my simple roots.
Oh, I'm also trying to keep things local!
A baby update: Aksel successfully rolled over tonight! I'm amazed at how quickly he's changing... XO
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Aksel's "chef-ware" photo shoot is so totally adorable! Yay for rolling over!
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