I am suddenly inspired to post something tonight, after close to four months. I’ve turned into the blogger I was afraid I might become – the quiet one. Why is it that writing for myself always comes after all the other deadlines?
Why tonight, though, as the night to break my silence? I spent the evening listening to Jennifer Cockrall-King speak on her book, Food and the City, at St. Albert Public Libary. Even as I sat there on this snowy March evening, me in my wellies (and Jenn sporting her new teal green ones), hearing about cultivating urban gardens reminded me that spring is thisclose. Once spring arrives, we’ll kick off our (far too brief) growing season in the Edmonton area. And when we do that, of course… the bounty of food arrives with it. Really, it doesn’t take much for me to make these kinds of connections.
I’m thrilled that Mary Bailey is giving me another opportunity to write for The Tomato, a piece on my foodie gene theory coming out this summer. As I prepare for it, I’m realizing that there are plenty of foodie gene carriers around. I specifically seek them out, yes, but they really haven’t been hard to find. Plus, I'll almost trip over when I’m not expecting it (like at my day job as a genetic counselor). They might be displaying their foodie gene in an unsuspecting way – photographing food, teaching others about food, or discussing food in detail with their children. If I notice this and have an opportunity to talk to these folks, I find they often have family members who also share their interest in food. More foodie gene carriers.
Tonight at the library, people who care about urban agriculture surrounded me. They spoke with fervor about why city planners need to prioritize preserving farmlands, because the long-term value to its residents would outweigh succumbing to urban sprawl. Just based on this, I’m guessing a good portion of them had the foodie gene. I was lucky enough to meet one of them, and she can even trace the gene back a few generations in her family – just like me.
I so look forward to meeting more of them. Preferably over a meal, of course.
Who writes this blog?
I'm an Edmonton-based writer and genetic counselor on the hunt for the foodie gene... my family is living proof that it exists. Read my blog for musings on food, genetics, and sometimes both at the same time!
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