The Plate

Due to some really bad planning on my part, I didn't have the lead picture of yesterday's localvore post.  But I have it now.  Here are all our rules laid out officially on a paper plate.  The plate was xeroxed and sent to me.

Yes, we did call ourselves local-yocals.  Yes, we did repeat the spices commandment.  Yes, the last rule does dictate that Nikki must bring a local date to each gathering.  And no, that's not my hand writing.  It belongs to my brother-in-law Matt, whose architect script is annoyingly perfect and legible even after lots of wine.

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