I am attempting to ‘buy local’. Which takes a little bit more effort than you would imagine as I have become completely sucked in to the supermarket, ‘You can get anything you want right here’, ideology.
So, for the first time in my life, I’ve ordered a fruit box, vegetable box and a couple of other bits, from the local market, which they delivered to my door, at my convenience, the other day.
I cannot tell you how many boxes this has ticked for me in my emotional life. I do, of course, realise that if I delved a little further, I may not feel so jubilant, and indeed, a few steps further down the line may see me mourning the planet and the worthlessness of everything. However, unlike the prophet of doom, I try and put things in perspective, being a firm believer in the ‘pebble in a pond’ theory.
Which brings me to my subject of the day. As part of our fruit box, we received a large amount of kiwi fruit. We don’t, as a rule, buy kiwi fruit as no-one, except me, eats the things.
However, I am embracing the challenge and have found a couple of rather splendid kiwi bread recipes which I am going to try out. Meanwhile, I have started introducing them gently and today made a banana and kiwi smoothie with a splash of cranberry juice in it.
I tell you what, it’s absolutely lovely. And, although the sharp kiwi hit is still there, it doesn’t expose itself until the very end, which I think is very palatable. More importantly, even the wee boy enjoyed it. That’s one brownie point right there for me.
And just as a little aside, did you know they used to be called Chinese Gooseberries, as they originate from China, and are, in fact, a berry. Moreover, they are one of those no nonsense, makes everything more healthier, uber fruits.
So may I suggest you pop off to your nearest local grocer and get yourself some of these gorgeous jade jewels of wonder? Or perhaps see if you, too, can order local, online.
Meanwhile, here is a little snippet of the type of conversations the wee boy and I are having at the moment.
Wee boy: Mummy, did you know there are five seasons?
Me: No, I didn’t. What are they?
Wee boy: Summer, autumn, winter, spring… and disco
*grins from ear to ear*