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As I explained last time, filling our shopping cart with vintage Tupperware and thrift-store tins might prove we’re crazy, but there’s at least one element of buying organic food in bulk that’s decidedly sane. My favorite thing about shopping organic, and the absolute best-kept secret of the food co-op world, is the spice section.

Just like the grain, pasta, bean, nut and flour bins, our store (as well as most other co-ops and many natural food stores) has almost every conceivable herb and spice in bulk jars, tidily arranged in alphabetical order.

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The idea is that you bring your own jars (or use the paper or plastic bags provided by the store; we bring old spice jars saved from our old shopping days, or discarded by friends and family), and pay only for the weight of the spice itself—not for packaging or branding. Just like with our other jars and tins, we mark each spice jar with the tare weight and PLU number, and fill ‘er up. This way, we only buy what we want—that’s great for spices we might only use for one recipe.

Reducing our amount of trash is only half of it—the real virtue of bulk spices is the price. To give you a little comparison, I compared the prices of what we bought at the co-op with what’s for sale at a conventional grocery store not far from our house. I’m comparing the co-op prices with non-organic spices at the grocery store, because not only is that what most people buy, but the sticker shock is crazy enough without comparing organic to organic!

Now, while I was researching this post, I discovered that grocery stores (including our co-op) are extremely touchy on the subject of price—carrying a camera with me must have made me seem like a secret shopper or something, because I had to answer to a co-op employee for what I was doing. So to protect their “anonymity,” I’ll just say that the local conventional grocery store has the word “Safe” in its name. Ha. (I have to say, though, that no fewer than twelve different employees there asked me if I was finding everything okay. Either jotting prices down with paper and pen and leaving empty-handed looked suspicious, or they were just very helpful folk.)

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Anyway, here’s a snippet of our most recent co-op receipt. If you look closely at the per-pound price, the spices seem expensive—but look again. We paid $3.42 for 0.29 pounds (just over 4.6 ounces) of organic whole black peppercorns. A 4.25-ounce bottle of McCormick’s conventional (non-organic) peppercorns at the regular grocery store goes for $5.49. So we saved a little bit there, and got an organic product out of the deal.

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Now for the real magic. Peppercorns are relatively heavy, so the price comparison to packaged spices isn’t spectacular—but take a look at some common powdered spices and dried herb leaves, like this organic parsley, priced at $18.69 a pound.

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We paid 37 cents for that parsley—0.02 pounds or 0.32 ounces of it—and that jar is a reused McCormick’s jar (those fancy-branded glass ones). A slightly larger, 0.5-ounce jar of name-brand (i.e McCormick’s) non-organic parsley? $3.49. That’s $111.68 a pound! I don’t know about you, but to me that’s completely nuts. And let’s not forget that some herbs and spices, especially dried parsley, don’t stay fresh for long. We almost never get through our jar of parsley before bugs get in there (and they do, let’s face it). I’d rather have to waste 37 cents’ worth of parsley than three-and-a-half bucks.

How about some other examples? Let’s run down our grocery list.

Co-op: Organic thyme leaf, 0.05 lb (0.8 oz): $0.49, at $16.39/lb
Grocery store: Non-organic: $4.09 for a 0.37 oz bottle, or $176.86/lb

Co-op: Organic rubbed sage, 0.03 lb (0.48 oz): $0.82, at $16.19/lb
Grocery store: Non-organic: $4.59 for a 0.5 oz bottle, or $146.88/lb

Co-op: Organic rosemary, 0.06 lb (0.96 oz): $0.62, at $10.39/lb
Grocery store: Non-organic: $4.79 for a 0.35 oz bottle, or $218.97/lb (!)

Co-op: Organic whole bay leaf, 0.02 lb (0.32 oz): $0.39, at $19.29/lb
Grocery store: Non-organic: $3.39 for a 0.12 oz bottle, or $452.00/lb (!!)

Holy cow. Forget any debates about organic farming—let’s talk about highway robbery.

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You can also buy many baking supplies,

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or hey, even coffee and tea in bulk, if it floats your boat. (Tea will likely save you some money, but the various baking ingredients probably won’t. We buy our coffee and tea elsewhere, so I won’t get into that.)

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And there’s one more juicy secret about the bulk section: liquids.

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Not every co-op has this, but if you can find a place that sells bulk liquids (maple syrup, honey, extracts, vegetable oils, etc.—though I’ve never seen peanut oil in bulk, and I don’t know why that is), you’re golden. Buying maple syrup in bulk will usually save you a huge bundle, compared to those little glass bottles that can go for up to $30 a pint. This time we happened to stock up on vanilla extract (the real thing, not the fake stuff), so I’ll compare that to what the “Safe” grocery store has to offer.

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Co-op: Non-organic (that’s all they have) vanilla extract, 4 oz: $1.96, at $7.84/pint (16 oz)
Grocery store: Non-organic vanilla, McCormick’s: $7.19 for a 2 oz bottle, or $57.52/pint
Grocery store: Non-organic vanilla store brand: $4.49 for a 1 oz bottle, or $71.84/pint

Deceiving Interesting that the generic store brand was more expensive than the name brand. They even had a 4-oz jug of organic vanilla for cheaper, at $9.99 a bottle ($39.96 a pint)—I’ll give it the benefit of the doubt, and tell myself it was on sale or something. Still can’t touch the co-op, though.

Your mileage may vary, of course, but if you’re wondering whether it’s worth the effort to buy spices in bulk, go ahead and bring a calculator the next time you go shopping. For us, it’s a no-brainer. The money we save every year on spices is plenty enough to justify the larger budget required for the certified-organic meat we buy—that’s the subject of the next post.

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Thanks for all the comments and emails in response to the last post. One email asked how to find a co-op in one’s region; I did a little digging, and it seems like they’re all over the place. Visit www.coopdirectory.org to find information for hundreds of co-ops around the country, and even a few internationally.

Minnesota comes in first, with a staggering forty-one food co-ops (forty-two are listed, but the North Country Co-op went out of business a couple of years ago)—far more than both New York and California, the seemingly “obvious” states. We’ve got twenty-three here in Washington, and even tiny Vermont has fifteen. The only state that wasn’t listed as having a co-op is Alabama.

The fact that so many of these things (not to mention all the natural food stores and conventional markets with bulk sections) exist means that stores are listening to their customers, and providing more and more choices for all of us. I think that many stores depend on the fact that many people shop out of habit, simply trusting stores to have reasonable prices and healthy items. And co-ops face not only the huge marketing budgets and competitive tactics of corporate grocery chains (I don’t shop at Trader Joe’s because they moved in right next door to our co-op—eat it, Trader Joe’s!), but also the perception that organic always equals expensive. But between the variety of bulk foods now available and the heightened awareness of many shoppers armed with calculators, I really think this is beginning to change.

And that’s a heartening thought.

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I’ve been working on this post for days—when I finally realized it was Tuesday and I hadn’t surfaced for over a week, I decided to break this down into several parts and show you what I have so far. But before I get into just how nutty we are, let me give you an update on our winter food storage. As of today, March 16, we still have about 20 pounds of potatoes, 5 pounds each of carrots and parsnips, a pound of garlic, 10 apples (which we use for cooking, since they’re now too mealy to eat raw), 6 beets, 20 onions, 12 pomelo grapefruit (some friends from California brought them up here, in season, for Thanksgiving), 10 winter squash, and 3 pumpkins in storage, uncooked. And there are plenty of cooked, leftover beets and squash in the fridge. Our only casualties were two or three suicidal squash, and the Proctor Farmers Market opens a week from Saturday. We made it! I’m not even sick of squash yet (sure am sick of beets, though), and not one time did I break down and buy California strawberries or Argentinian spinach at the grocery store—a personal best.

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As a footnote, there are a few things we buy that can’t be bought locally or stored seasonally. The things that can’t be grown here, but can come from California (Valencia oranges for juicing, mostly), we’ll buy occasionally. We can’t make soup stock without celery (part of the celery-carrot-onion Soup Stock Triumvirate), and since it won’t keep in the root cellar without an elaborate dirt-and-burlap system, we buy that year-round, too. Dried herbs, spices, tea, coffee, and chocolate are in, but tropical produce—bananas, pineapples, papayas, mangoes, etc.—no matter how much we love it, is usually out (mangoes are a once-a-year treat), because of the fossil fuel required to transport it.

The produce, though, is only part of the sustainability equation. We do most of our shopping, except for meats, dairy, and seafood—more on that in another post—at Madison Market, a member-owned food co-op in Seattle (Tacoma doesn’t have one yet, though we’re working on it), where we can be sure to find a wide range of organics, where the place of origin for every item is labeled, and where we can support local, non-corporate business. We’ve found, though, that even at the hippiest of co-ops, we still stick out like a sore thumb, because our cart looks like this:

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That’s because with the exception of some specialty items, we buy nearly everything in bulk (even some household supplies like shampoo and soap), using our own odd mish-mash of salvaged, vintage, and reused containers.

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This is the incredible bulk section at our co-op, which we’re lucky to have. But even if we didn’t have a co-op in the area, most natural food stores and even many conventional grocery stores have bulk sections. For us, this is the secret to why we can afford to buy organic for our entire food supply.

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This particular bulk department has all of the standard staples (flour, sugar, cornmeal, whole grains, etc.),

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many unusual items (like kamut or mung beans) and fun stuff (popcorn, chocolate chips, nuts, raisins, etc.),

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even many varieties of pasta (I love the spaghetti and lasagna drawers).

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My favorites? Grind-em-yourself organic nut butters, at a price comparable to the commercial stuff ($3.99 a pound for peanut butter). A jar of crunchy JIF at our local conventional grocery store goes for $3.49 for an 18 oz. jar, and adds the following ingredients: sugar, salt, molasses, partially hydrogenated soybean oil, and fully hydrogenated vegetable oil. Lovely. The organic hippie peanut butter ingredients? Just peanuts. It’s so good we usually just eat it right out of the jar, by the spoonful.

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Another bonus is that each product is labeled with nutrition information, location of origin, and preparation instructions. But the best part, other than the organic bit, is that all of this bulk stuff is either comparably priced or even cheaper than packaged food. The huge savings comes with fancy-pants items like dried cranberries, wild rice, and arborio rice (since risotto is a staple for me, we buy a lot of this stuff).

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Here’s how it works: we save every usable container that comes our way (tins, mason jars, old spice bottles; we try to use only metal, wood and glass, but there are a few exceptions, like our ancient Tupperware canisters), and stick a piece of masking tape on each one. At the co-op, we have each container weighed at the deli stand—this is the really important part, because each item is sold by weight. If your glass jar weights 1.5 pounds, and you buy 3 oz of something expensive, you don’t want to be overcharged for it! So we write the weight (called the “tare weight”) of the container on the tape. Then, above that, we write put the PLU (item) number of whatever is in that container. This is mostly done on the honor system, but they can certainly check your items if you say your container weighs 27 pounds, or if your jar contains macadamia nuts and you labeled it as flour. If you aren’t insane like we are, and don’t come to the store with three dozen tins and jars (and since people always comment when we go, and I never see anybody else doing this, I’m guessing most people don’t), there are paper bags to put your bulk items in. We reuse containers not only to cut down on packaging and waste, but also so that when we get home, we can just put them right in the cupboard and we’re done.

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Because we have to do most of our shopping in Seattle, we usually only do this every six to eight weeks. So of course that makes us The Weirdos with the Tupperware, and creates a bit of a spectacle at the checkout counter. But the employees always tell us how happy they are to see us doing this, so I don’t think they mind entering in all those tare weights.

As I said earlier, it’s possible to do this at lots of stores, and not just co-ops—but I should add that it’s not always as easy at those places. The biggest reason for this is that at high-end grocery stores like Metropolitan Market and Whole Foods, the vast majority of their customers use the store’s plastic and paper containers for their purchases—so their check stands aren’t usually set up to handle heavier, reusable containers. So unless you remember to teach the cashier how to do the math manually, you risk being overcharged. I’m somewhat dismayed that these “green” grocery stores haven’t gotten with the program yet (in my book, further evidence that their “green” claims are a bunch of marketing hooey), but if people like us continue to be a pain in the rear end, things will change.

I realize that people without cars or co-ops might not be able to shop only every couple of months. But since we started doing this several years ago, we’ve seen some very positive side effects—including a huge drop in impulse spending, and the ability to make spontaneous meals for unexpected guests. Also, since if we forget something we have to go without it for two months, we’ve gotten very good at planning meals and keeping track of what we have. Another benefit of shopping at these intervals is that as members, we receive a 10% off coupon every month (you don’t have to be a member to shop there, though), and with larger orders that translates to a big discount.

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Whenever we tell this story to others, they invariably say, “I’d buy organic food, too, but I can’t afford it.” Yes, organic convenience food is very expensive, but since it’s also processed, it’s really no better for us than conventional junk food. The key lies in sticking to ingredients, rather than store-bought meals. I’m going to get more in depth into our household economics in the next post, but since we only buy staples, and very rarely eat out, we don’t spend nearly as much on food as people think. According to the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics, the average American household spent $6,443 on food alone in 2008—$3,744 eating at home, and $2,698 eating out. For our household, that would come out to be about $8.82 per person, per day. We added up all of our food expenses from last year, and between buying all-organic groceries, cooking from scratch, and eating out about once a month, we spent about $8.22 per person, per day in 2009. Slightly less than the national average. That’s pretty darn good.

As I’ve said before, these are simply choices we’ve made, and we feel it makes our lives healthier and better. Plus, buying in bulk with reused containers has the added benefit of producing zero waste—I was shocked when it dawned on me that what I used to throw away was almost entirely made up of packaging! The amount of non-recyclable, non-compostable trash we produce now amounts to one small grocery bag or less—some weeks we don’t even take out the trash, because there’s nothing to take out.

We’re not out to convert anyone, and we’re not completely puritan about it—we eat conventional food in restaurants, we still go out for (local!) ice cream, we make compromises for things like citrus fruit, and we’ll never refuse a meal offered at a friend or relative’s house. I’m not writing about this because I want to change anybody else’s habits (although I’d love to change some things about the American agricultural industry)—but because people ask. All the time.

And I also write about our food choices because this really wasn’t such a hard change to make. Slow, yes, but not difficult. I find now, a few years later, that I get sick far less often, that when I’m hungry I crave nutritional foods instead of junk, and that my palette is more refined (no small feat, considering that I have almost no sense of smell), just because I gave up processed food. The amazing thing is that for the most part, I don’t miss my old habits.

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I’d do it all again in a heartbeat—I only wish I’d done it sooner.

The past couple of weeks have been an absolute whirlwind, and when I look in the mirror I see a walking, talking to-do list. The notes-to-self strewn all over the studio (among half-finished boxes, reference materials, pencil layouts, proof prints, watercolor pans, etc.) aren’t enough, so now I’ve taken to muttering little reminders under my breath—call this client, mail this order, drop off this pile of prints, invoice this subscriber, edit this illustration, proof these plates, cut this book cloth, list these cards, upload these photos, schedule these blog posts.

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As you can see, the latter has moved to the back burner while I line up the other ducks. Oh, there’s plenty to show and tell, but the new Broadside and tonight’s talk have completely taken over my brain (and my calendar). So instead of buckling down yesterday to sketch out the numerous future posts waiting in the queue, I bolted to Seattle to clear my head.

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Turns out one of my absolute favorite hobbies is wandering around the Market alone, especially on weekdays when it’s relatively empty. Losing myself among the fruit stalls and neon is as therapeutic as meditation.

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I wasn’t in the drawing mood this time, but the Market is also on my short list of all-time favorite sketching haunts. This is one from a year ago or so, on a completely packed, sunny Saturday, when I flattened myself against poles and ducked down onto the curb to draw without being trampled by tourists.

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I love it for the people-watching when it’s crowded, but there’s something special about having the place to myself. There is a downside, however (besides being heckled by bored fishmongers): it’s awfully hard not to splurge on sampling from the unbelievable smorgasbord of fresh goodies.

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Now how could I say no to that?

Monday was the last session of my Digital Letterpress class at the School of Visual Concepts in Seattle. For the past ten weeks my students immersed themselves in the joys and frustrations of letterpress printing, and discovered that old-school and new-school technologies can go together like peas n’ carrots. The class focused on taking digital images, processing them into photopolymer plates and then hand-printing the images on the Vandercook (just like the process behind the Dead Feminists; read more about it here). I added a little extra challenge, and required each student to create an image that combined a hand-drawn element, digital typesetting, and at least two colors that had to line up or “register” in some way. Well, the students all turned out to be folk after my own heart—every last one was an overachieving perfectionist, which is the absolute perfect combination for this kind of fiddly letterpress work. Everybody pushed themselves to create a beautiful, technically proficient piece, and they all exceeded my wildest expectations. Since the class was too big to include everybody’s project here, I’ve just highlighted a few examples:

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Andrew Saeger decided that two colors weren’t tricky enough for his first letterpress piece, so he added a third. He tackled all kinds of challenges (large color fields, on-press ink mixing, crazy-hard registration, etc.) with aplomb, and blew us all away with the result.

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Robin Kessler came with years of commercial pre-press experience, but had never laid her hands on letterpress equipment before. She received a crash course in Everything That Can Go Wrong with Ancient Communal Presses, and liked the challenge so much she ran out and bought two presses of her very own. I love it when students catch the printing bug as badly as I did!

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Mirka Hokkanen is a seasoned fine-art printmaker, but new to the world of letterpress. On the first night of class I outlined all the things that would make for a printing nightmare—large blocks of color, super-fine lines combined with heavy areas, tiny text. And Mirka turned around and put all of those elements into her design at once—just to prove that she could do it. I tip my hat to you, Mirka.

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Honora Gerbeck combined impeccable technique and tricky patterning to create a piece as yummy as the vegan cupcakes she brought to the last class. Since it’s clear that she bakes as well as she prints, you can bet I’ll be first in line when she opens up that vegan bakery someday.

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You’d never know it, but Honora was also a first-timer. Look at that registration!

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Sara McNally, another newbie printer, just seemed to get it. It took her all of three seconds to figure out what would work best within the limitations of the medium, and she whipped up a print that combines all the best features of digital letterpress.

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Veronica Velasco also tacked a three-color project for her first-ever letterpress piece, and the challenges she faced with this piece would have been daunting to the most seasoned printers. She spent hours getting the registration just so, and the finished product is lovely. And alliterative names? How cute is that?

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Laura Bentley is a teaching assistant for another SVC letterpress class, so she came with lots of printing experience. This is her first photopolymer project, however, and while it looks like a straightforward design, the process behind the piece was anything but. There’s a limit to the size of plate one can make in the platemaker we used—Laura had to cram all these design elements onto a plate that was about half the size of the finished piece, and then cut the plate apart to place each fragment of the design in the right spot on press. That made for ten separate puzzle pieces to measure, line up, and register.

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And her design is accurate to the millimeter. I think she’s some kind of analytical genius.

For me the best part of teaching is watching the look on the students’ faces when they pull their first-ever print off of the press. That moment of proud astonishment is its own reward, and I think it’s what makes letterpress so addicting. Working with students always makes me remember my own first printing experience, and reminds me of why I love this stuff so much. So thanks for having me, SVC. And to the students: I can’t wait to see what you come up with next.

People who stop by the house for the first time must really think I’m strange. Never mind our own personal farmers market residing in the attic and root cellar—these days the place looks like the the visual-art equivalent of Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory, with snips of paper, rows of identical bird portraits, bright watercolor cakes, brushes and pencils, boxes of envelopes, shipments waiting to go out, and stacks of prints covering every horizontal surface. It certainly gives new meaning to the term “cottage industry.” I guess that’s what happens when you decide to double your inventory right before the holidays.

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This week, though, there was a new element to the chaos: the drone of the sewing machine. And now that all the threads are tied off, Jessica and I are finally ready to unveil a little secret we’ve been sitting on for a few months. Seattle Center for Book Arts (SCBA) asked us to create their second-annual Special Edition Print, and I’m happy to report that they’re now available for sale.

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Each year the Special Edition Print has the theme of “Unbound,” and the folks at SCBA challenged us to interpret it how we liked. So instead of our customary work with famous quotes, Jessica whipped up a little gem of her own. We started thinking about all the ways something (not just a book!) might be bound or unbound, which led us to visions of lacing, pinching, tying, zipping, braiding, taping, clamping, buttoning, stitching, buckling, hammering, gluing, clipping, lashing and pinning. Which then, of course, gave me free reign to make an absolute, giddy mess of things, and scatter fasteners and notions all over the page. My favorite additions to the drawing, though, are the bread tags. My grandmother had a whole drawer full of them in her kitchen (did she ever use them, or did I just discover the source of my pack-rat tendencies?), and I loved the way they rattled around in there. So Nana, this one is for you.

Everything is hand-drawn and lettered (as per usual), then letterpress printed in copper ink and an ochre color that is precisely the shade of those little Bit o’Honey candies (remember those?). This time, though, we’ve added a little extra goodie: a line of zig-zag stitching in cotton thread, in exactly the green of copper patina. SCBA is the only place to get these prints, so if you’d like to play a little game of Button, Button, Who’s Got the Button, you can get your copy here.

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Autumn is, hands-down, my favorite time of year. So many of the things I love about fall have to do with food (mulled cider, pumpkin pie, spiced apples, butternut squash, fried green tomatoes, celeriac—the list goes on and on), and since the Tailor and I eat as seasonally and locally as we can, it’s a darn good thing we live in a state with such abundant produce at hand.

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Both T-town and Seattle have incredible open-air markets (hello, Pike Place? I love you.), but my favorite of all is the quietly-unassuming Olympia Farmers Market. Our state capital might not be the hoppin’ tourist hub that downtown Seattle is, but Olympia’s gigantic, spectacular market is one of the best I’ve ever seen, anywhere.

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This is the place where you can find around forty different types of Washington apples, and another dozen or so kinds of pears (above are Asian pears, which count as honorary apples in my book).

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And there’s plenty of everything else, too. The sheer variety is staggering, and distracting—especially when your mission for the day is to buy just one variety of overwintering apples for your root cellar.

Though I must say, I love seeing the transformation from this:

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To this:

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Ingredients for a perfect Sunday: crisp sunny weather, countless apple bins to dig through, a handful of friendly Olympians, and a dash of live bluegrass music for spice.

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The apples are always a show-stopper, but our biggest goal for the day was something we can’t get at any of the three Tacoma farmers markets:

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Fresh cranberries. Olympia is the first stop for cranberries coming in from the coast, and the season is now in full swing. We took home just five pounds this time, but you can bet we’ll be back for more. The Tailor and I have a deep and abiding love for cranberry sauce (it’s great on grits. Don’t look at me like that.), and we kicked off this year’s harvest by finishing off the last jar of our 2008 canning crop.

Homemade cranberry sauce is an incredibly easy thing—so much so that I really don’t understand why so many recipes call for Jello. Cranberries have so much natural pectin in them that with enough sugar they’ll jell on their own. In any event, the Tailor and I believe that cranberry sauce should be a sauce, not a can-shaped cylinder of jelly. So in honor of those little rubies from our rugged coast, here is our favorite recipe:

Cranberry sauce

– 1 lb. fresh cranberries, washed and drained
– 2 c. water
– 1 1/2 c. sugar

Combine the water and sugar and bring to a boil in a small saucepan. Boil for about two minutes on high before stirring in the cranberries. Put the lid on and listen; when the cranberries start popping like crazy and the sauce has begun to foam up, it’s done. This takes less than five minutes. Serve hot or cold (or on grits!).

Note: remember to put that lid on, or you’ll have hot, popping cranberries everywhere!

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When I was in high school I remember returning again and again to my mother’s bookshelf to peruse her copy of The Helga Pictures by Andrew Wyeth. The book (now, sadly, out of print) contains incredible reproductions of all 240 paintings and drawings Wyeth made—in secret, over the course of fifteen years—of his neighbor, Helga Testorf. At the time I wasn’t aware of the controversy behind these works (especially concerning rumors of his relationship with Helga); all I knew was that I wished I could paint like that.

Last week I had the chance to “meet” Helga in person: the Seattle Art Museum currently has seven Wyeth paintings (including five Helgas) on display in their Andrew Wyeth: Remembrance exhibition. It had been years since I last laid eyes on Mum’s book, but seeing Braids (above) on the wall was like watching my memories transform into a living, breathing person.

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I leaned way in, my nose an inch from the glass (I love museums that let you do that), getting lost in the details. I heard someone to my left use the term “hyperrealism,” but I hate assigning labels to a work of art—it seems to diminish the beauty, somehow. This wasn’t realism, or “illustration” (Wyeth was a kindred spirit, in that he was often accused of not being a “real” artist), or portraiture, or anything else but pure magic.

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Some find these images disturbing—their detail wanders way past Meticulous and into Obsessive. Helga is more Specimen than Model, like a butterfly pinned down in a shadow box.

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Speaking as an artist (or “non-artist,” as the case may be) myself, though, I know where that kind of obsession comes from. There’s an urge to Get It Right, to do justice to one’s subject, regardless of any personal connection. And Wyeth sure does Get It Right—look at what that man could do with watercolor. That’s watercolor!

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For me, it really doesn’t matter whether Helga was merely his model, or his long-time mistress; or whether Wyeth was a brilliant, driven painter or a controlling stalker. I think it’s necessary to separate the work from the author, at least to some extent (after all, Picasso was a terrible misogynist, and Gauguin impregnated half of Tahiti). We all have an ugly side, but not everyone can leave behind a legacy of great beauty.

But who am I to be the judge? Come make up your own mind. Remembrance is on view through October 18.

When I moved to the Pacific Northwest last year, purchasing my first ticket to Bumbershoot was like a rite of passage. The music, artwork, and atmosphere make it the place to spend Labor Day weekend in Seattle—for tiny children, hipsters, and grandparents alike. This morning, Maggie from Uncommon Envelope and I had the chance to experience the other side of Bumbershoot, this time as participants. Today we represented Seattle Center for Book Arts, to proclaim the joys of printing, binding, and creating books.

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Let me tell you, it’s a weird feeling to bypass the crush of humanity and enter the city’s biggest festival through your own private entrance. This is how the booth looked in our last moment of calm, just minutes before the gates opened and half of Seattle poured onto the grounds.

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Before long we had a steady stream a visitors—and we were ready with lots to say and share. While many kept busy creating their own keepsake books at our binding table, others perused the merchandise and exhibits, and learned that binding can transform a book into a work of art—

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—and turn everyone’s preconceived notions upside down. This book, made by Dan Schafer, was my favorite show-and-tell item of the day. I always suspected cream cheese to be one of the world’s all-time best substances, but now I’m absolutely convinced of it.

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Here’s another treasure: these postcards by Lisa Hasegawa are hand-printed from antique metal rule, to replicate the yummiest of school supplies. Welcome to autumn and hello, nostalgia!

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Maggie made her own contributions to the display, and I sneaked in a few Dead Feminists—one of the perks of volunteering!

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It was a fantastic day—and even the weather cooperated (no bumbershoots for us!). Thanks to everyone who made a book, asked a question, or signed up for a class. You confirmed our suspicions that participating today was a great idea. We book artists might be an odd addition to Bumbershoot, but we sure know how to make our mark!

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Thank you for all the Harriet Tubman love! I’m still up to my eyeballs in orders to fill, so this’ll be a quick one to let you know about some events coming up on the calendar.

Tacoma is for Lovers!
This Sunday, August 23, is the third Tacoma is for Lovers benefit craft fair—this time we’ll be part of the North 21st St. Bridge Fest, here in T-town. We’ll be setting up shop from 2-6 pm at Source Yoga. I’ll have a table, with Harriet Tubman, prints and cards, and some new birds (see above) in tow. Stop by and say hello!

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Design by Amy Redmond

Wayzgoose!
It’s time for Seattle’s answer to the Wayzgoose festival! The School of Visual Concepts is hosting the party, and it promises to be extra-super spectacular, with a letterpress marketplace, print demos, equipment swap, and of course the star of the show: Steamroller Smackdown! Jessica and I are sitting this one out, but we will have a table in the marketplace, and the weather should be better than it was at the March Wayzgoose, so let your inner printer’s devil out to play! Saturday, August 29, 1-6 pm, at 500 Aurora Ave. North, Seattle.

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Maritime Fest!
The friendly folks at the Commencement Bay Maritime Fest asked me to design this year’s poster. It was an absolute blast of a project, and even more fun to see plastered all over Tacoma. The party is taking over the docks on August 29-30, 10 am – 6 pm, along the Thea Foss Waterway here in T-town. And speaking of Thea, Jessica and I have entered the very last copy of Tugboat Thea in the Maritime Fest juried art exhibition, which runs through September 13. Come see Thea in her spiffy new frame, and wish us luck!

Bumbershoot!
Last year I fulfilled a personal dream by finally attending the infamous Bumbershoot Festival in Seattle (Neko Case, you were fantastic. Just sayin’). This year, I guess I’m shootin’ the moon, because I get to be part of the action! I’ll be helping out at the Seattle Center for Book Arts booth in the Indie Market (located just outside Key Arena; you can download a festival map here) on Saturday, September 5, from 11-4 pm. We’ll be practicin’ and preachin’ (and selling!) the book arts to a whole new choir, so come check it out.

Space-age letterpress in Seattle!
Ever wanted to try your hand at letterpress printing? This fall I’ll be teaching the techniques behind End of the Line, Victory Garden, Versailles, and other pieces at the School of Visual Concepts in Seattle. This class will combine the latest digital applications, old-school printing equipment, and good old hand-drawing, and will push the envelope of what letterpress can do. This ain’t your grandpa’s style of printing—unless your grandpa signs up, that is!

Digital Design Meets Letterpress Printing
Ten Mondays, Sept. 28 – Dec. 14, 2009*, 6:30 – 9:30 p.m.
School of Visual Concepts, Seattle, WA
For more information on the class, look here.
*(no class on Columbus Day, Monday, Oct. 12)

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Tricksy bookbinding in Portland!
Who says books aren’t meant to be toys? In October I’ll be traveling to the lovely Portland, Oregon to teach the Jacob’s Ladder binding at 23 Sandy. This is the structure used in my last artist book, The Faery Gardener, and a replica of the famous children’s toy. This binding is is so tricky it’ll make your head spin, and so devilishly simple it’ll blow your mind. If you’ve ever been tempted to rip one apart to see what makes it tick, this class is for you. Come build your very own from scratch, on Sunday, October 4, from 12-4 pm. You can read more and register for the class here.

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A year ago today our bright yellow moving truck pulled into Tacoma and turned the corner onto a new home, a new career, a new life. Here I am, 365 days later, and I’m still just as excited as on day one. To everyone in T-Town (and Seattle, and Portland, and everywhere in between!) who has welcomed me as one of your own: thank you, with everything I have.

I tend to be a list-maker, constantly looking ahead to what is yet to be done. And as I sifted through the thousands of photos taken over the past year, trying to narrow them down to a few favorites, a whole new to-do list emerged. Despite my best, most frantic efforts, I’ve barely scratched the surface of this new home of mine.

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So I’ve got my work cut out for me. Washington, I’d like to get to know you a little better.