Frazz by Jef Mallett for January 26, 2019

You unwittingly called yourself out as oblivious there, Caulfield.

There are just some important things that can’t be sourced locally.Coffee is often one of them.

Locavor is only a concept to those who live in large cities.

Only eat what grows within 50 yards of you and lose weight fast.

I think Caulfield is the oblivious one here

Not everything you eat and drink can be produced locally.

I’ve never heard that term before and I had to look it up. It sounds like the product of a mind that has never else to do.

Frazz, therefore should only be eating corn, soybeans, sugarbeets, and an occasional chicken and egg…. as those are the primary agricultural in his own “locavore” region (Michigan). It would be too damn bland a diet for me…. but if he wants to gnaw on a roasted sugar beet before his run… more power too him.

It could be chicory coffee

There is a Paleo coffee house in Denver. Don’t think the roasting, grinding and infusing coffee beans was happening back then. So do folks just chew green coffee beans?

My wife said she wanted to become a locavore and now she keeps licking her lips when she looks at me with that knife and fork in her hand. Should I be worried?

Then he doesn’t eat many vegetables or fruits in the winter. Good way to get sick.

Definition of totally oblivious? How about “Why don’t they just get a loan?”

Chocolate and raspberries are proof that god wants us to define “local” as “on the same planet” because they never grow in the same place and must be experienced together for maximum bliss.

Frazz16 hrs ·

It’s funny how one of the most local-feeling business is the independent coffee shop down the street. But in the United States (minus Hawaii), it would of course be hard to find a food that’s less locally grown than coffee.

Locally roasted, though, that’s a different thing. Almost all of the coffee I drink in my home is roasted not down the street but down the stairs, in my basement. I’ve gotten pretty good at it, but I still can’t quite keep up with the pros, so once in a while I’ll buy a bag of beans from someone who’s really picky about it. Or, better yet, stop for a cup at the indy that’s maybe not quite down the street, but definitely on my way home from the pool. And full of people who look oblivious, temporarily, one way or the other, because while you’re enjoying the taste but before the caffeine kicks in, you can be.