I
finally tried out the Mexican Pumpkin Stew my mom suggested… what was that now,
3, 4 weeks ago? The squash used for the stew was quite well-traveled by the
time it actually became soup: It sat on my kitchen counter at school for two
weeks, my counter at home in Ithaca for one week (I thought we might eat it
over Thanksgiving), and then came back with me to school last weekend. As much
as I wanted to make the soup before that, I couldn't seem to set aside the
time. I thought I could make it on a Saturday, but I was always too tired; I
thought I would make it on a Sunday, but I was always doing work. During the
week was not even an option. It just seemed like the process of actually
seeding the squash and cutting it up would be way to messy and take way too
long. I know it sounds lazy, but you know what it’s like when in this last
stretch of the semester – every minute counts. So what finally motivated me to
make the soup? My mom. She actually cut the squash up for me the day we left to
come back to school. So sweet of her but so sad that that’s what it took for me
to actually make this. If I, as someone who really cares about my food and
where it comes from, cannot even make the time to make one home-made dish, what
about other people who don’t care?
Welcome to the blog for Colgate University's interdisciplinary course on food. This is the place to keep up with what students in the course are experiencing in their work at Common Thread Community Farm and through their everyday encounters with food.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
I
finally tried out the Mexican Pumpkin Stew my mom suggested… what was that now,
3, 4 weeks ago? The squash used for the stew was quite well-traveled by the
time it actually became soup: It sat on my kitchen counter at school for two
weeks, my counter at home in Ithaca for one week (I thought we might eat it
over Thanksgiving), and then came back with me to school last weekend. As much
as I wanted to make the soup before that, I couldn't seem to set aside the
time. I thought I could make it on a Saturday, but I was always too tired; I
thought I would make it on a Sunday, but I was always doing work. During the
week was not even an option. It just seemed like the process of actually
seeding the squash and cutting it up would be way to messy and take way too
long. I know it sounds lazy, but you know what it’s like when in this last
stretch of the semester – every minute counts. So what finally motivated me to
make the soup? My mom. She actually cut the squash up for me the day we left to
come back to school. So sweet of her but so sad that that’s what it took for me
to actually make this. If I, as someone who really cares about my food and
where it comes from, cannot even make the time to make one home-made dish, what
about other people who don’t care?
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