"Mom, can we get a bird?"
My mind lapsed to an expression that our old family doctor used when you were sick and paid her a visit. You'd complain about the mucous in the base of your throat, the pasty sour note, your sense that it might be strep or God forbid something worse. "Bottom of the birdcage" she'd say reassuringly. Sounds like you've got a pretty bad cold.
"Mom, can we get a bird?" Sam asked again. "A tiny bird. One that sings."
I couldn't think about the song, the colors, how happy it would make my little man to have his very own bird. All I could think about was the bottom of the birdcage and who would have to clean it.
"I'll make you a promise buddy. You keep asking and working on your good behavior and maybe for your birthday we can get one."
I'm more than happy to play my adults-only trump card, I've earned it. You need to play the losing end of enough childhood poker games to play that card yourself. "Sure thing" the adult says. But without the benefit of perspective, little Lord Fauntleroy with his batting eyelashes is unaware that he's bound to stop asking by the time his birthday rolls around 9 months later.
"What's that thing ya got there?"
I pointed to the pipe cleaner that he clasped between both hands, Cheerios lined up like little soldiers along its length.
Apparently they'd spent the afternoon building bird feeders in class. In celebration of Earth Day. April 22nd. Jackson's birthday. I'd been so distracted lavishing my dog with attention on his special day (long walk, brand new rawhide) that I'd forgotten all about it.
What a shame, I usually make some kind of effort to celebrate.
I remember my first Earth Day celebration: climbing all 144 flights of the CN Tower's stairs in Toronto, which at that point was still the world's tallest building.
Last year we celebrated with a special Earth Day collaboration with TOMS; we participated in One Day Without Shoes. We walked around the New York City with bare feet. Maybe it wasn't really around the city. But we did it for a few blocks, from our apartment to the site of the One Day Without Shoes bash.
In a sense, Earth Day is less of a one-day celebration, and more of a philosophy that influences how we choose to live our lives. I buy Earth-friendly cleaning products, use biodegradable baggies for my daily walks with Jack, I reuse, recycle. And most important, I'm conscious about my daily food choices.
Like many, I subscribe to Michael Pollan's famed recommendation: "Eat food, not too much, mostly plants". It's a brilliant summation of what's good for us, good for the environment.
Although I love eating meat, I'm aware that it takes 16 pounds of vegetation in order to produce 1 pound of beef. The American meat and potatoes diet is land-intensive and even small changes in the way we eat - incorporating more vegetables on a macro scale - can significantly impact our environment.
Beyond that, I feel good when I eat plants. I love their vibrancy, their colors, and textures. I love their flavor - whether raw or gently cooked. I feel an electric thrill when I walk through a farmer's market and spy rows upon rows of ombré icicle radishes.
Ten years ago, it would have been inconceivable to get the same amount of pleasure from both a simple salad and a juicy cheeseburger. But somehow, through years of farmer's market visits, I've changed my ways.
Take this asparagus salad. Asparagus is lovely on its own, especially when minimally fussed....but layer it with all of the crunchy, soft, sweet, salty, sour ingredients that you can get your hands on, and it becomes something extraordinary.
Naturally, it helps to start with perfect asparagus - a winning combination of fat yet tender - forget the weathered old bundles that have been sitting around for weeks at your local grocery store. Wash the asparagus, snap off the woody ends, and give the bases a quick peel. All that it takes to "cook" the asparagus is a quick bath in a citrus marinade, which, like ceviche, uses acid to gently break down the spears.
With such a salad, you can be creative with toppings. Think of your asparagus as you would a baked potato. Nachos. Chili con carne. The more toppings, the better. I used crispy roasted dates for sweetness, salty feta cheese, toasted hazelnuts for crunch, and sour kumquats to balance out the flavors. It's the kind of dish that'll give your cheeseburger a run for its money.
Plus, it's better for your health. Better for the environment. Better for those birds who are better off in a tree than in a cage in someone's home.
Happy Earth Day everyone, or as Sam put it this week: "that holiday with no cake."
Raw asparagus salad with feta, dates, hazelnuts and kumquats
