… in all the right places. And sometimes finding it. And sometimes not.
Case in point. Looking for local wine to take to my brother’s house for Easter. This year I am bringing deviled eggs. Local eggs from the Friends and Farms basket. I have been saving eggs to get them old enough to hard boil. Old eggs are easier to peel.
I am also bringing wine. Which I do for every holiday gathering. I almost always bring local wines. From MD and VA. This year no exception. We are having ham, so this is what I am bringing.
Barboursville Brut Rose and Linden Rose. Ah, but here’s the twist.
This sparkling wine is imported. I suppose I wasn’t paying much attention to those details on our visit to Barboursville in September.
I think I was too busy buying seeds from their selection of exotic vegetables, in order to expand my garden. Like these cardoons.
The large leafed seedlings are the cardoons. I also bought Malabar spinach seeds. They will go in the ground once we ever get past the frost and freeze seasons around here.
So, are cardoons and Malabar spinach local? They are definitely not native to this area. But, if I grow them in my garden, they become local, at least to me.
The Malabar spinach intrigued me, in the kitchen garden at Barboursville. They maintain a garden to supply their restaurant.
It grows up the trellis and takes over the area if you aren’t careful with it.
After all the discussion, it comes down to this. I try to think locally and regionally. But, I don’t get all obsessive about it. My mantra, everything in moderation. Besides, being a conflicted locavore/foodie makes for a more interesting life.
Crossing my fingers that the veggies turn out great, because those Virginia wines certainly are winners.