(Is there anything cuter than a little kid dancing in the rain? Westley, a few weeks ago.)
To my astonishment, this man actually knew quite a bit about chickens. He's from Pennsylvania, the chicken capital of the world, so maybe it's not such a stretch.
"Did you name your chickens?" he asked. And, Westley recited their names: Lemon, Cherry, Butterscotch, Poulet, Chickety (aka Bigfoot), and Indiana Jones.
(The hens, at about a month old. I'll have to get a more recent picture!)
"Uh-oh. Now you're in trouble. You won't be able to eat a chicken with a name!" the man chimed in my direction.
Now, Emily and I caught each other's eye. I think vegetarians have an instinct for one another. "I don't eat meat, so it's not a problem," I said. Then, we discussed the different colors our eggs would have. Brown from the two Rhode Island Reds, and pastels from the four Americaunas, otherwise called Easter Eggers.
From here, Emily and I abandoned the larger conversation to have our own.
"I'm really into the sustainable food movement," she told me.
"Me too!" I exclaimed. "Do you have a blog? 'Cause I'd love to read it."
"No, but I read..." and she started listing blog names.
I made note in my iPhone to check out www.dailygarnish.com, www.katheats.com, www.choosingraw.com, and www.healthytippingpoint.com. She also gave me the names of some books, but in my haste to get my kids onto the plane before closing my "notes" application, I accidentally erased those titles and replaced them with "ccc v" and "nnnnn." I gave Emily my blog address, too.
At home, I've taken a look at all of them, followed them on Twitter, liked them on Facebook. All the stuff we bloggers do for each other. Daily Garnish is especially good, and I think I'll continue reading that one. I'm amazed at how young these women are. They are in their twenties and concerned about food, the evil of agribusiness, the joy of health. They are educated about it too! You know there's a strong movement out there if the youth of the nation are speaking out, blogging about it, or finding each other in airports. (Of course, I'm lumping myself in with young people a decade my junior here.) We meet each other in the strangest places sometimes, but that's how a movement grows.
On Thursday, I'll make my weekly pilgrimage to the Westport Farmers' Market and pause for a moment to think about all the other markets out there, from Portland to Portland. I'll buy milk and greens and fruits and jam. I'll start looking around for some early squashes, especially since I think I've killed mine. Most importantly, in a world where social media has largely replaced personal contact, I'll continue to connect with like-minded souls in seemingly strange places.
WISHES AND THANKFULS
I'm thankful the Internet gives me a resource for sharing information. I'm thankful that the product of that information can be to connect with real people in real life, if I choose to make it so. I'm thankful to have met a cool person at the airport.
I wish "Emily" actually reads this, recognizes herself and let's me know if I've gotten her name right. Or tells me what her name really is.
By the way... last night's dinner... quick and simple... Mexican Fiesta soup mix from Old World Specialties, which I picked up at a craft fair in Myrtle, packaged quinoa and rice (not as terrific), and plum tomatoes and cucumbers from the garden with seasoning from Bittersweet Herb Farm. I'm looking into whether these new finds from the craft fair are produced sustainably.