Welcome to Demeter's Daughter
This is a blog about my journey to eat healthy foods, cook delicious recipes, grow my own food and save the world all in a tiny apartment in the heart of the big city. My track record, like most of us, is pretty terrible so far. I have maintained a vegetarian diet for the last ten years in protest to the many detriments caused by factory farming, but that hasn't barred me from believing that a bag of cheesy popcorn followed by a pint of chocolate brownie fudge ice cream makes a decent dinner.
Beyond the obvious problems with my diet, I have also been reading lately about food security. I can't even begin to tell you how much food I throw out monthly because I've opted for popcorn or a roti from a local vendor instead of making food for myself from groceries I've already bought. It just occurred to me recently that I can freeze the many fresh herbs I buy for ONE recipe. And, to continue in this vain, I have decided to learn how to grow my own food in my tiny apartment in the heart of the big city. Now, this as well may be doomed as to date my death toll has included a peace lily, a ficus, an aloe plant and two cacti. However, I'm attempting optimism.
I also think a lot about stuff, and I think I might try to share some of that as well. I may disagree with myself down the road, so feel free to try and change my mind - or broaden it. This is my first time blogging though, so be kind. Well, I think that that's enough of an introduction. Food, food security, vegetarian recipes, books - I love books - films, sociology, philosophy, ecology: these are the things on which I intend to share, but most particularly, my adventure building my indoor garden - or killing a bunch more plants. Fingers crossed that it's the former!
Oh! I almost forgot!
'Why Demeter's Daughter,' you ask? Really, it's wishful thinking. As you likely know, Demeter was the Greek goddess of the earth and grain and I'm assuming would have been the goddess of apartment gardening as well if the Greeks happened to have apartments. My husband, Chuck, thinks the title makes me sound like a hippie douche. Well, so be it! My aspirations are high! Wait...
