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Tim BairdTim Baird
Carrboro, North Carolina

Born and raised in central Maine, my youth was spent mowing the lawn, kicking a soccer ball against the garage doors, and trying to sneak sugar cereal out of the kitchen cupboards after I was put to bed. More about Tim

Warren JohnstonWarren Johnston
South Royalton, Vermont

I am a baby boomer who grew up in a time when the trend in food was convenience and speed. It wasn't the fast-food era, but a post-World War II time when ... More about Warren

Barbara KattmanBarbara Kattman
Holliston, Massachusetts

We live in Holliston, Massachusetts. When we bought our house in Holliston about 27 years ago, Holliston was a rural/residential town of about 13,000 people. More about Barbara

Autumn LongAutumn Long
Wallace, West Virginia

My name is Autumn. I'm 24 years old, and I live in rural north-central West Virginia. I was born and raised in West Virginia, and in 2005 I graduated from ... More about Autumn

April LuginbuhlApril Luginbuhl
Cleveland, Ohio

My personal interests revolve around the environment, both knowing more about it and getting outside and enjoying my surroundings. This led me down an educational path to ... More about April


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Hello Hunger. Where have you been all my life?

Posted at 9:28 PM on April 19, 2008 by Timothy Baird (4 Comments)

I've been traveling for work in the past week. Stockholm and New Orleans. I know - tough life, right? But I'll tell you - it's not all strutting through airport terminals and city streets with hip tunes coursing through your earbuds - keeping the beat with your heels like you're the star of some hot new music video.

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Onset of a grumbling stomach can quickly transform a charming new place to an unfamiliar and daunting food-vending landscape. Each potential food-stop seems either too expensive or too seedy or too familiar or not familiar enough and we're never in the mood for fermented herring and we're not willing to risk Surströmming and the distance to the next stop increases with each iteration. And the hunger grows.

It dawned on me that this aspect of traveling actually bears some resemblance to eating locally. Committed to my new diet, I often find myself in situations where I'm far from home, I'm hungry, and there's food everywhere - but none of it's local.

So I go hungry - until I can get home or get to the co-op.

And I've come to recognize that hunger itself is a somewhat unfamiliar sensation. With my previous diet of ubiquitous foods, I rarely tasted the sting of an empty stomach. Whenever the slightest notion of food entered my mind, I was able to grab a snack and forget about it. Now hunger is on the menu throughout the day - and as a result, meals have an added sweetness, for hunger really is the best cook.