I love eating food in the Hudson Valley. I love eating food, period! It’s a running joke amongst those who know me— I am an always eating, always food-obsessing zombie. Thoughts related to food probably use up more than half my brain power, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I burned more calories thinking about food than I get from eating! I know, not possible…you’d be surprised, though. When some one thinks and talks about food that much, her housemate is bound to say, “You should write a blog.” And really, the time I spend in the kitchen waiting for potatoes to roast could be much improved for me, by writing this, here. On a more serious note, I believe that the myriad farmers whose food I eat every day deserve major shout outs, and I am excited to do that for them as I share my local food journey with you. Why I love eating here, in the Hudson Valley: Probably because it’s the first place that I have lived that has farmland! NYC is really lacking in that department. Or because the first farmer I met here left me deeply inspired— something about the raspberries he fed me. Hmmm…it’s also pretty sexy that I can list the names of friends who have grown my food. I can even taste their sweat…for real! Also that I can grow my own food, of course. But as much as I love the Hudson Valley, which I do from the bottom of my heart, it’s less about where I eat than it is about how I eat. It is about eating here, wherever here may be. And as much as I love eating here because Hudson Valley food is incredible, I love eating here as a political act, more. And as much as eating here is a political act, I recognize that I am only one person, or we are only 10, or 1,000, and individual diets are only one aspect of a political movement that we hold dear.