The CSA: Week 10
Sometimes, your schedule is thrown off so wildly that you don’t even remember what happened. This happens a lot more frequently when you’ve raised a child for a year – things are forgotten at such wildly quickening speed that you find yourself looking around for the time, as if you simply dropped it somewhere between the car and the front door.
I went to the Farmer’s Market twice this week. Within three hours. And I can barely remember it.
Oh, sure – I had my reasons. I was in the middle of a runaway wild hurricane, a twister caused by an impending First Birthday Party. And I was shuttling back and forth all day on Saturday, unaware of where I was from one moment to the next, working three errands at once, sweating profusely as the heat pressed harder on my skull.
The first time I went to the Market I was simply looking around. My father had never made it down to the booths, so I offered to take him down, knowing full well that I’d be back later to make any actual purchases. We wandered, we gawked, and we discussed the seemingly high price of organically grown vegetables and why the amount is generally worth it.
Later that morning my mother and I took our regularly scheduled trip to pick up our CSA, and it was like a new experience. Everything seemed new, as if I hadn’t been there since last week. And our share sent me further into the past. Back was the kohlrabi. Back was a too-big batch of beets. Beets. You’ve got to be kidding me. Our pepper stock had shrunk, and our cucumbers had as well. It seemed as though we had hit a rough patch in the weekly harvest, leaving us with nothing but the usual.
We’re getting tired of the usual.
Don’t get me wrong – I enjoy the weekly harvest. But at some point, you have to say “NO MORE!” to cabbage and kohlrabi and beets. Give us double carrots. Or, I don’t know, more tomatoes. Even onions – hell, it will give me an excuse to make French onion soup again.
(Which reminds me. Last week’s urge was for the onion soup. This week’s urge comes right off the top of the “now that I’m an omnivore again I can eat this” stack: the BLT. The real BLT. With real bacon. And with that urge in mind, I purchased my first package of non-grilling meat. Beef bacon. I didn’t even know there was such a thing.)
Most of our veggies from last week still sit in the fridge, aside from a handful of cucumbers and other sandwich- or pizza-friendly items. It was rough, to say the least. So we’re on catch-up this week.
Of course, that’s just the thing. I can’t remember what we ate last week. Just like I barely remember going to the Farmer’s Market. Just like I can’t remember anything else from that day. So maybe we’re okay – maybe we’ve forgotten what we ate, and we’re only a few beets from a successful week of vegetable nutrition.
For our own sake, I hope that’s true.