I aspire to eat healthy, minimally processed foods that I prepare myself, with local ingredients, in my own kitchen. I also have a bottomless appetite for trash, and often indulge in curly fries, frozen pizza, and pretty much anything in burrito form.
I’m one of the “lucky” ones. I have my health, a happy marriage. I’m educated, employed with a nice roof over my head and far more than enough to eat at any time during the day or night.
Like many Northwesterners, I recently participated in the summer ritual of picking huckleberries. It is a last hurrah of the season, drawing us northward and upward, into the woods; or to a ditch on the side of the road.