Dear Evan
So, I'm starting a book, in large part
thanks to your encouragement and tolerance of my weird and wacky eco ways. I
know sometimes you might feel a little bit like you are Living with Ed, but
what did you expect? You married a biologist, from California (the land of
fruits and nuts), who became an environmental educator.
I know at times this
can be taxing/annoying/gross/inconvenient and that you have frequently said you
need to start a support group called "The Tree Hugger Huggers" for
the fellow spouses and partners who are fortunate (or unfortunate?) enough to
be with people like me. People who plague you by putting ethical significance
on your every action an meal, (are we really going to buy the aerosol spray can
of whip cream? And, yes, we do), people who abhor non-native grasses, keep
strange biological specimens (ie: bugs, mice, placentas, worms, slime molds) in
your freezer, and who have decided that if you grow at least your own body
weight in vegetables you to might be worthy of being a Planeteer... OMG he's on the internet! (Thanks for
giving me your childhood ring, by the way. It empowers me still). *Check out this cool organization that continues the mission.
Well now is your chance to head that
group and publicly lament (and occasionally praise?) your eco-crazy. I'm
inviting you to honestly and hilariously document with me the eco-adventures
and sojourns into sustainable eating that our family has. Let's look for and
relish (oh, bad food pun) the cheaper nuggets that are here all around us as we
try to get our lovelies, ages six, three, and under one, to learn about,
create, and cherish good food.
And if we get rich in the process, we
can just re-invest that back into good food. What do you say? Are you in?
Love me?
Hannah
