A Single Person’s Guide to the Grocery Store

My favorite food from the dining courts. I would be okay with someone buying me a Purdue waffle (Boiler)maker.
My favorite food from the dining courts. I would be perfectly okay with someone finding me a Purdue waffle (Boiler)maker.

For nearly nine years, I’ve lived on my own. I’ve had various roommates in houses and apartments, and I’ve lived in the university residence halls, eating dining hall meals, microwavable dinners or fast food. However, for a year and a half, I lived with only my dog, Evie. (She eats most anything.) I found the food situation to be vastly different when I lived alone than when I lived with roommates.

During this year and a half, I lived in the country, and greatly enjoyed it. I worked in the city but didn’t want to have to stop at the grocery store every day because of bad planning. When I lived on the farm, we only went to the grocery store once or twice a month for all five of us. I liked that approach. Continue reading “A Single Person’s Guide to the Grocery Store”

Communication Lessons from Twitter Discussions, Bingo and Cows

Follow-up to last Tuesday’s transcript of a two-hour Twitter conversation on animal agriculture with folks who vehemently disagree with what I do.

I was once told by friends in Pennsylvania that they considered the Midwestern “I” states (Indiana, Illinois and Iowa) to be bingo-playing states because, after all, what else is there to do out here?

So, here we go. Here is Carnist Bingo, played during my conversation last Tuesday with vegan activists on Twitter.

What vegans use when listening to arguments from meat-eaters. I have lost the source of the picture, as it came from Twitter. However, a Google search will find multiple versions of this Bingo card.
What vegans use when listening to arguments from meat-eaters. I have lost the source of the picture, as it came from Twitter. However, a Google search will find multiple versions of this Bingo card.

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In Which I Attempt to Describe My Farm Life Philosophy in Less Than 140 Characters

Yesterday, I tweeted a comment in support of the farmers using #farm365. I had not heard of the hashtag before, but later in the day I learned that it was started as a photo diary of each day of 2015 by Canadian dairy farmer and ag communicator Andrew Campbell, who owns Fresh Air Media and gives a no-holds-barred look at agricultural issues for RealAgriculture.com. A cool project, it began with the first calf of 2015, born at 1:15 a.m.

Activists for veganism were attempting to take over the hashtag and Andrew was receiving nasty comments. Scrolling through the #farm365 tweets, I noticed one that said the hashtag was about getting rid of farmers because that is better for animals, and I tweeted:

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Groceries

Sliding doors glide open. Coolers hum. Glass chimes in sweet melodies. My fingers tug at a blue plastic ring to pull a half-gallon jar toward me. In one swift motion, I take it out, swing it by my side, slide the door shut and turn toward the cashier. As I walk toward the register, I let my eyes wander toward the display of cheeses, eggs and whoopie pies and the shelves of grilled stickies in boxes declaring, “World famous!”

I linger at the grilled stickies, picking up a blue box, thinking of the first time I ate grilled stickies, having never heard of them before, bought after a football game from the campus creamery. The taste of the cinnamon roll lingers and I fumble off my gloves to reach into my pocket for the cash. Count the change. Decide I have enough to add a box to warm up the night. Check out. Pay. Crunch through the snow to my car, laying the milk jar gently on the floor and placing the stickies on the passenger seat beside me.

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