I worked on a wonderful small farm in the summer of 2004 and turned into a food snob. For the first time in my life I had just-picked herbs for every meal; I had five kinds of tomatoes, I had Swiss chard and purslane and nasturtium all for the first time. I had my first taste of fresh-from-the-ground garlic, onions, and broccoli. And the greens. OH THE GREENS. Mizuna, arugula, oak leaf…it was all new and incredibly delicious.
As a farm apprentice (and in the early days of this farm’s existence) I was paid with vegetables, not money. I learned so much about gardening, nursery care, and permaculture…and I grew a lot of respect for farm workers….have you ever picked cucumbers for three hours in mid-day Virginia sun? That shit is hard work. I also was attacked by a rooster; he hated me.
Since my farming experience I gravitate towards food that is as seasonal as possible - no citrus in July, no strawberries in November, no apples in May, etc., etc. During the bleak winter months there’s only so much frozen spinach and squashes a girl can eat so I do of course break down and buy a bunch of fresh greens (for $3 at Whole Foods, ugh) but I do try my best to be conscientious. Farmers’ markets are of course the ideal place to support small farms and buy something tasty, and when it’s the season I always go there first.
BUT. I got pregnant.
The strength of my cravings have been so compelling that I have completely and utterly thrown my own principles out the window when it comes to food.
There’s a produce stand in a storefront on Yonge Street, just a few blocks from the office, we go there about twice a week or so. The prices are great and the produce looks to be of pretty decent quality. There were tasty yellow tomatoes a few weeks ago and I bought pounds of them. I bought blackberries and strawberries when it was snowing. I bought WATERMELON in late March. I have no shame. I am…if you will pardon the pun…eating my words.
I suppose I should be grateful that I’ve been craving fruits and veggies instead of salty duck fat-fried tater tots with truffle oil from Prohibition Gastro House on Queen Street….oh wait…
Saltily (& sweetly),