I love food. I looooooooooove food. And while I admit to loving things that are not good for me - buttery popcorn, pints of ice cream, sour cream & onion potato chips, and gobs of peanut butter - what I really, really love is food from my garden.
[Let me take a moment to talk to my garden: hurry up and ripen, tomatoes! Yellow squash, got growing! Beans, produce more!]
I'm still learning the ways of urban gardening, and learning tricks of the trade (I do not grow spinach and other greens very well, alas. And the squash boar moth is my mortal foe. Also, I am lazy and do not water or weed as much as I should.)
Anyway, I digress. I grew up with gardening and trips to pick-your-own farms/orchards for strawberries and apples. Grandpa Hibbard would harvest nuts from the trees on his land, grow grapes and make wine (alas, I never got to try any), and pick wild blackberries. And while I did not enjoy always finding the little green worms in my home-grown broccoli (still traumatized, thanks, Mom) it was damn good broccoli.
What am I saying? I don't know. It's 4:00 pm and it's summer and I really don't want to be in my basement office writing a newsletter that no one reads. I want to be outside, patrolling farmers markets, giving my tomato plants pep talks, and discovering new uses for the monster-chive plant (soon to be the star of its very own creature-feature! not really, but it could be) that's currently trying to shade out my bush beans.
If you haven't already figured out that it's not natural to get salmonella poisoning from a tomato, guess what: that's just wrong! And those tomatoes you buy at the grocery store give real tomatoes a bad name anyway.
Go to a farmers market, or better yet, start planning your own garden (be it one pot on your porch a whole acre ... or buy a local farm share - produced delivered weekly to you!).
And, here some new blogs I just found. Yum!
For those of you in Boston: Boston Localvores & Food in Boston
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