i don’t sell my pickles, jams, marmalade or kraut. if a publishing company came knocking at my door right this very minute i don’t think i could find the time to produce an entire book. those who know me well know that my paws are full with work that i love. work that has nothing to do with gardening, preserving or blogging.
on a whim i started tigress in a pickle and tigress in a jam, mainly to record my experiences growing my own food, eating locally and seasonally, and preserving what i grow. it has turned into something much more than that and almost 3 years later i’m still here, growing, eating, preserving, writing, photoing – and now all of you are here too!
as much to myself, as it is to you dear readers, this page is an on-going, not too well thought out (read; stream of consciousness) roar about why i do it. it could get exciting, so check back often.
- i blog because i care about the food i eat and the people i eat food with.
- i blog because i’ve discovered the joy of getting my paws in the dirt and roaring about it might make you want to do it too.
- i blog because real food tastes better than store bought crap.
- i blog because i’m not jamie oliver but i can make a difference. we all can make a difference.
- i blog because cows are dying in 3rd world countries from the plastic they consume. it’s true and it sucks.
- i blog because i want people to get excited about vegetables and quit eating so much meat! i know free range, artisan, happy flesh – that’s great, but it should be at the side of the plate, or at least in the middle less times a week. if you won’t listen to me, listen to bittman for mark’s sake!
- i blog because i’m not a hater but i hate monsanto.
- i blog because if i don’t write it down i’ll forget how i made that shizzle!
- i blog because when i’m roarin’ about it, i’m more creative in the kitchen.
- i blog because i love to take photos and i need somewhere to put them.
- i blog because growth hormones are banned in milk and meat in the EU but they are rampant in the US.
- i blog because purchasing fresh raw milk, straight from your neighboring farmer’s happy, healthy, grass-munching cow is practically criminal in this country.
to be continued…