I bumped into the idea of slow food when I heard about some folks who volenteered to eat slow for a year. Four families, I believe, agreed to buy the majority of their groceries within a fifty or a hundred mile radius. Certain things, like salt, had to come from further away.
After the year was up, all involved agreed that the experiment had opened their eyes with some of the difficulties in procuring local foods. All of them talked about certain treats they had to give up because of the slow restrictions. None of them decided to live permanantly in that slow radius.
Tonight's dinner was fairly slow. I made mashed potatoes with local new potatoes and added about a tablespoon of fresh parsley from the same roadside stand. When I mixed up my pot of baked beans, I added sweet onion and chunks of Gala apples grown locally.
My skin on mashed potatoes looked lovely with their flecks of green. The beans were a picture.