Molly and the Eat Local Lifestyle
The “Eat local lifestyle,” may just be a beard to write about Molly the dog. To enumerate all the ways she is so different from our last dog, the mini-dachshund, Shotzie? I mean Molly eats more in one of her twice a day feedings than Shotzie probably ate all week, and you know how else that makes Molly different. I could go on and on, but let me say this. We used to say that Shotzie had a big dog personality. Now, with a big dog, I can tell you that big dog personality is nothing like a big dog. All of the things that could be tolerable with Shotzie, chasing the cat, barking at the window, sitting on your lap, mean a lot more than when big is more than an adjective. Molly combines tremendous puppy enthusiasm , with the unbound energy of a dog cooped up too long in a shelter, in a package that is already over fifty pounds. A package that has often worn thin on the Local Family. We are, however, a few days past the “no questions asked” return date. Molly’s adds a lot of agita to our lives, but she has also enhanced the eat local lifestyle. That one of the reasons why she stays. Oh, and the fact that she’s a hell of a sweetheart too.
How then does Molly enhance the eat local lifestyle. Well, the biggest battle we’ve faced in this eating local thing is eating. At home. When we started being locavores, we bought a lot more local food than we cooked local food, as our eating out habits had not waned. We are a lot better now, at eating at home, but we could eat out even less. Having to be around to walk, feed and keep Molly from chewing up another set of salad tongs keeps us away from dumb meals out. On the other hand, we have less time to go to far away markets. If not for Molly, we would probably be making plans for Madison this weekend (we are looking into the idea of dog friendly hotels). Sticking around for Molly is somewhat of a wash.
Good thing Molly adds other aspects. She works me out. Has my gullet been exercised when I scream no, no, no the times Molly is back in the compost or hounding for Moe the cat. No, but my legs are quite exercised from the endless Molly walks. It’s not just the legs too. Holding Molly back, especially when a squirrel is in sight is real bout of strength training. A few more weeks of Molly and my midriff might be a bit more mid. Then, when I spout the health benefits of eating local, I’ll be more credible. It’s not just walking. It’s where we walk. Our walks, either to a park or to Starbucks, our standard routes, take me past an Oak Park house that is an ideal imitation of a French country house. I covet this house (even though my wife remarked, “it’s not local architecture”). Who would not eat local in this house. I imagine long Sunday lunches with platters of pot au feau, shots of apple brandy (local), the trou normand to burn a whole in our tummy for more food in this house.
Is this really eat local. Molly allows me to dress stylishly, tweedy, an English Gentleman off to the local. For one thing, if you saw Molly, you’d see that mutt she may be, she’s one fine pedigree of a pooch. She is the epitome of handsome dog. Right out of a Ralph Lauren ad, and damn if I’m not gonna look the part. Luckily, I have much clothes to do this. Now I have the excuse. On top of that, there is the obvious practical side to dressing this way. Total dank does not detour a Molly walk in the least. I’m putting on all the layers of wool I have just to stay dry and warm.
There is one aspect of eat local that we have not done yet with Molly. She is no locavore. To the disappointment of Jim Slama, we do not feed Molly Wettstein chickens and Snug Haven farms spinach. She’s a Costco dog. Or is she? We do have an eat local lifestyle, tweedy clothes and all, to think about.
Let me know how else you think Molly will affect the eat local lifestyle. The Local Beet has a very well known food blogger hard at work on a piece on dog friendly markets. I especially look forward to that dispatch.