We’ve been thinking a lot about food this year at camp. As part of that, we have a map up on the kitchen shutters labeled “where is our food from?”
I’ve been looking at food packaging and stickers, figuring out where things are from, and it’s a thought-provoking project. It turns out that our tuna is from Indonesia, our pickles are from India, our garlic is from China, and our grapes are from Chile. Some things aren’t so straighforward. The olive oil is made from olives from Argentina, Tunisia, Italy, Spain, or Greece, for example. Many labels say “distributed by” and list a location, but they don’t mention the origin of the actual ingredients. It’s all very complicated and entirely inefficient, and it’s making me contemplate the vast, worldwide impact of food.
More inspiringly, it is now peach season right here in West Virginia. We got two boxes of glorious peaches from a local produce stand.
Because it was the 4th of July, we baked half of them into pies to celebrate. I can’t think of a better way to commemorate any holiday than with some sugar, cinnamon, and peaches.
Stay tuned for news about pizza! We made some.