Sunday's rain has left us cooler. Even those of us who couldn't get any cooler. It's cool, and yet sunny. Fab.So....the ten mile diet. A lot of people around here are doing this for a month.
Let's pretend you don't know what it is, or that you've misread and think it's sex in a space rocket or some such.
The ten mile diet means you only eat things that can be obtained from a source within a ten mile radius of where you live.
My colleague was accompanying someone today who was on this kick, and he's a green one is Peter.
But it soon became clear to my environmentally aware co-worker that the ten mile diet involved a LOT of driving to find local sources of food, in fact, it may be that having the whole population driving two miles to the supermarket once a week, and having the groceries shipped to the store from Washington and California, may turn out to be not so different from individuals driving all over the place to get the local stuff.
Local food for thought.
Tomorrow Sleepy will be on her way back to Sleepy mansions, so we've been out this evening and shared the Elvis Platter at the Memphis Blues restaurant on Commercial Drive. That's a lot of meat. Afterwards, we made a side trip to Dairy Queen for puds. Now, all that is left for us to do is slowly digest it all and fart.
Perfectly splendid.
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It was a HUGE amount of meat.
I did have a little Elvis moment on the bog, I clutched at my heart but it was, indeed, only a fart. Phew!
100 mile diet
100 mile is the famous book, but some Richmondites have decided to go one step further to only 10 miles.
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