A made-by-students, for-students guide to local and sustainable food in Victoria, B.C
Tuesday, 29 March 2011
GRUBS Camp Day 1 - Compost & Soil
After introductions we read the kids the beginning of the story “Sandra’s Sunflower” about Sandra who wanted to plant a sunflower and so she threw it onto a rock, only to have a bird swoop down and snatch it up. We then asked the kids what Sandra should have done differently, and then walked the two blocks from the FCC to the Compost Education Centre (CEC) and had them locate a spot in the many garden beds where they would have planted their sunflower seed. The kids definitely seemed to enjoy getting to run around and find a spot, and then explain to everyone why they chose the spot they did.
GRUBS Spring Break Growing Camp
For each day, the six of us—two paid facilitators, two practicum students, and two volunteers—planned out a series of activities—such as songs, stories, field trips, and gardening activities—to illustrate the daily themes. Food security is such a wide-ranging and important subject that it was definitely a challenge at times knowing exactly what to focus on, especially over the five hours we’d have the kids. There was a definite agreement that we would need to simultaneously educate the kids about the issues, yet also keep them engaged; no easy task when it comes to kids, especially with such a wide age range! As you’ll see I think we managed to strike a fine balance that appeared to work for all of the kids.
Food Journal: Tracing Backwards
Artsy Food-sy: A Poem in Appreciation of Good Food
#12 salad
it’s february,
and it lettuce take for granted the californian season
but I didn’t squash the fruit flies tracking our bag of apples, rather gave them persimmon
perched against it, yew kept the oak tall
and in our consumption—you were comfortable, because that is just how yew are, steeling my beets heart.
we mango’d, even though it wasn’t organic—you know I don’t dance well
and you called-me-flower in the winter sun.
snacking, I thought we were a good pear, but
suddenly, you grasped-and-berried the ingredients into the salad—
insisting that I eat some cheese if I was going to wine.
I wrote this poem after enjoying the first crisp February afternoon snacking on spaghetti squash, salad, cheese and wine in a mystery field my friend took me, and since that day, I cannot find again. Hope you caught all the foods we snacked on—take a hint from the title...
Getting together with friends and making a meal is an important thing. It’s a simple act that acknowledges the social and communal aspects of sharing a meal, and aligns food—even for one evening—back to the centre of our meaningful relationships. If you haven’t done a potluck, or simply eaten a meal with a few people in a while, pick up the phone—and have a real conversation—to get a date set, and become allies united by good food!