As you know, this summer I started with Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) and every week, June through December, I go pick up a box of veggies down the street delivered from an organic farm 90 miles from here. This has been an adventure, but a disappointing one. The vegetable varieties we have gotten are not at all good. No one wants to eat four types of lettuce every day for two months as well as kale and spinach ontop of it. No one can eat their 5th head of cabbage in a month without their digestive track going on strike. Turnips are the most foul thing I have ever tasted and although kohlrabi is edible, what would possess a farmer to believe that their customers would want three of them in one week? The best thing we've gotten from them are some green beans, broccoli, and, thus far, only four tomatoes, even though I have probably harvested half a bushel of tomatoes and basil from my own garden already. Lucky for me, we have three more months of mystery boxes. Maybe at some point we'll get vegetables I actually like to eat, like peppers, perhaps. Our grocery store labels everything that is "Colorado Grown" with a special sticker and suddenly buying local is really important to me.
|Dave made spring rolls that used up some of our cabbage.|
Every time I purchase something, I'm supporting, voting for, that product. I'd hate to support tomatoes that taste like nothing, strawberries shipped from Chile in December, beef that are fed corn, given antibiotics, and spend their lives standing in their own shit. I'd hate to support McDonalds. I hate that it is expensive and sometimes really inconvenient to vote properly with my dollars, but I keep trying. Our food system is out of control.
Today I harvested what was ripe from my garden. I failed to water it between Tuesday and Saturday due to a trip to Urgent Care, a softball game, and a night out for dinner Wednesday through Friday nights, respectively. My tomato plants' leaves are crispy and some brown. I'm just hoping the tons of fruit still on the branches will ripen before the plants die for good. I got several peppers, a large bowl of tomatoes, more tomatillos, and tons of basil. I just spent my Saturday night making spaghetti sauce, pesto, and green chili salsa while Dave is at a Phish concert in Commerce City near Denver.
If you still haven't read "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle," please do!