Mikie and Lili Among the Tall Trees: Locotarians or Localtarians

This weekend Lili and I made a huge stride in our attempt to increase our consciousness of what we eat and where it was produced. Yesterday we had eggs for breakfast laid by the flock we tend. This fruit of the womb, as one can plainly see below, has benefited from the chickens' diverse diet (popcorn and a pancake the other day) and afternoons pecking anything that moves or has ever moved on the property and occasionally other people's property. They range from one edge of the yard to the other. In fact, they have created a way station for themselves heretofore known as St. Ovum's Auxilliary Birthing Center for Chickens Too Lazy to Walk up the Hill. They pulled straw out of a bin under the deck's overhang and popped a few breakfast - though they are hardly just for breakfast anymore - orbs out right there in the straw bed they had made for themselves. It was fortunate Lili, a biped, discovered them before the neighborhood quadrupeds did.
Having availed ourselves of Conrad Dombrowski's skills and passion for all thing mushroom and four-wheel drive on Saturday, we had a feast of fungus that evening. Wow. Simple, fresh, delicious with an element of risk. "How ya feelin'?" "OK, I think...you?" "Pretty good, so far but we gotta get us a book." Yeah, a book."
Yesterday we harvested and ate oysters all dressed up with Cortes Co-op produce. What's better than fresh, raw oysters? Maybe Games 6 of the 1975 and 2011 World Series, but not much else.Now, I know some of you are wagging your fingers at us saying, " Now wait a minute. You had hot sauce, horse radish and Worcestershire (Wuhstashiah, from Worcester, Massachusetts) on your oysters, olive oil on your mushrooms, and thick-cut hickory-smoked bacon with your eggs. Those certainly did not come from Cortes." Well, yes and no. They do if they are all in the same bag of groceries stolen out of that Subaru up the street. Right?