The Veggies Are Here! The Veggies Are Here!

Author bounds in waving scallions.

It’s CSA time again!

Whoo-hoo! CSA! CSA!


Go CSA, Go CSA, Go-go, Go CSA...

Whoot, whoot, whoot, whoot!




I did talk about this before. Did you not study for the test?

Okay, granted, this time last year the only people reading my blog were my sister and some guy who found me by Googling “Exploding Face Disease”.

(By the way, I hope that guy’s okay. Mister?)

But, hey hey! CSA!

Community Supported Agriculture!

Here’s my post from last year on the subject.

And here’s some more info from some .gov site.
In basic terms, CSA consists of a community of individuals who pledge support to a farm operation so that the farmland becomes, either legally or spiritually, the community's farm, with the growers and consumers providing mutual support and sharing the risks and benefits of food production. Typically, members or “share-holders" of the farm or garden pledge in advance to cover the anticipated costs of the farm operation and farmer's salary. In return, they receive shares in the farm's bounty throughout the growing season, as well as satisfaction gained from reconnecting to the land and participating directly in food production. Members also share in the risks of farming, including poor harvests due to unfavorable weather or pests. By direct sales to community members, who have provided the farmer with working capital in advance, growers receive better prices for their crops, gain some financial security, and are relieved of much of the burden of marketing.
CSA. So now you got it, right?

Hold the...jeepers! A government site using the word “spiritually”! I suddenly feel…dirty.

But you know what?

It’s organic dirt, so it’s okay!

So, how did I find out about CSA and how has it changed my life?

Well, it was also about this time last year that I first heard the words "Peak Oil" and began my long decent into madness and hysteria. Okay, maybe it was more like a short drop, but nonetheless, I became super-aware of just how much petroleum I was personally gobbling up every time I purchased a scallion or tomato that was being shipped an average of 1,500 miles just to be stewed beyond edible recognition in my crock pot.

And then there were all the petroleum-based fertilizers and pesticides being used to grow that sad tomato, a tomato that didn’t even taste like a tomato. A tomato that tasted more like the product of some high school science class cloning experiment; a tomato conceived without loving commitment or even without naughty lust in the backseat of your Dodge Colt, the kind where you started out just clumsily groping in the front seat but then the seat flips backwards and next thing you know you have a bottle of cheap champagne spilled over your lap and one foot jammed under the dashboard and you accidentally kick out some wiring and your date’s head gets jammed in between the seat cushions, but you’re young and flexible and motivated and it‘s all good, however on the drive home you get pulled over by a cop because the windshield wipers won‘t stop and your lights are flicking on and off because the dashboard wiring is wrapped around your ankle, and of course, you’re in big trouble now because not only does your date have the impression of a seatbelt buckle on his forehead, but you both smell like spumante…

But dang!

That’s a tomato, right?

And those are the kind of tomatoes you’ll get when you join a CSA!

And if you think the tomatoes are kinky, wait until you taste the kale. And the spinach.

And the strawberries?

All I’m saying is that before you break out the CSA strawberries, you’d better make sure the kids are in bed. Because we’re talking knee-trembler in a back alley, folks. Hot pants and hotter panting.

(My husband gets so embarrassed when I talk about our vegetables.)

Brief intermission while author has a salad and a cold shower.

So Peak Oil, Global Warming, Bird Flu…

I’m so over that.

Peak Oil has been debunked again and again. The truth? A rumor started by Reynold’s Wrap and the tin-foil hat crowd.

And of course, Global Warming has been revealed to be a marketing gimmick invented by Coppertone and Al Gore. It doesn’t exist.

In fact, did you know that if you let a Chevy Tahoe running in your driveway for the rest of the day and leave the AC on and roll down the windows, far away along the East African Rift Valley snow wil begin falling on Mount Kilimanjaro (global warming, deforestation; tomato, tomahto…mmmmmm…tomatoes....) while somewhere in California, Jessica Simpson returns to her normal UVB-deprived color?

Don’t even get me started on Bird Flu. I have it from a very good source (a toxicologist friend who thinks it’s a real hoot to scare the guano out of her hypochondriac friends) that even if bird flu were to mutate and begin to readily transfer from human-to-human, as a nation we already have at our disposal three tried-and true mechanisms for early-warning and mass protection:

1) alert the president

2) hold your breath, and

3) don’t touch anything.

I’ve been practicing. I can hold my breath for 39 seconds. Then everything gets sparkly and I need to lean on the counter.

But, the sparkles are nice. Shiny…so shiny.

So, I’ve completely detoxed on gloom-and-doom. What a relief! And after freeing myself of the 600-pound disease-ridden albatross that stank of carbon emissions and Hugo Chavez’s
butt middle finger, I was still left with the warm glow inside that you can only get from sex supporting local farmers and sex organic in-season produce.

And what’s even better?

When I’m peeling out in my Toyota minivan, watching my “current gas mileage” indicator burn down to 2 mpg, firing all 6 cylinders, leaving some poor doom-and-gloomer Prius driver in the dust, well sir, that Prius driver will be left with a floating image of the CSA - ALL THE WAY sticker that’s proudly plastered on my back bumper.

And that doom-and-gloom Prius driver will have to think

“You know, she can’t be all that bad. Sure she’s the devil in a minivan. And I bet she’s a chicken handler, too.

But, she's supporting locally grown agriculture.

So, you go girl. You’re all right by me.”

And then he’ll make sweet love to a cantaloupe.

Spread the joy.

Here’s a resource for CSA’s in the USA.

If any of you local folks are interested in partying down with my CSA hook-up, I’m a supporting member of Spiral Path Farm in Perry County. The first veggie delivery was today (new memberships are prorated), and it was a big box chock-a-block full of field-fresh spinach, greens, scallions, more greens, tomato sauce, and apple sauce. The website contains more CSA info plus membership, growing season, and pick-up location listings. The farm currently enlists a slew of volunteer host families (like yours truly) located throughout the East and West Shore at whose homes or businesses you can pick-up your weekly box-o‘-goodness. Also, a few pick-up locations in Philadelphia.

Best of all, members can visit the farm and get “extras”. Last year, we drove up and picked strawberries and beans, and later that summer, the farm had enough extra tomatoes to sink a fleet of SUVs. All for the taking.

Lovely, luscious, organic tomatoes....

C'mere baby, you know you want some.

Author gets up from computer to go downstairs and fondle the spinach.


anne said...

You know, I was just discussing you and your CSA yesterday at the local farmer's market. we were purchasing our little plants that we eventually hope to relocate into the garden.

You have actual edibles already? That's just plain crazy. And cool. Crazy cool.

Also, it's funny to know that my sister is driving around in a van with a CSA All The Way! bumper sticker while howevermanymiles away I am driving around in a Camry with a Support Your Local Farmer bumper sticker. Ah, the ties that bind...

On another note, I had a dream last night that we were both trying to get to school riding the same tricycle and arguing all the way. I'm not even going to try to figure that one out.

Momma Star said...

I will nevah look at you, or tomatoes, the same way.

Anonymous said...

If there was an award called "Best Blog Post To Turn You On And Make You Hungry All At The Same Time" I think you just won it. My left eye is still twitching a little.

I looove farmer's market and am SO glad it's that time of year again. I go every Saturday and roll around in the tomatoes. (The farmers don't like that much, btw) Thanks for the post, though - I hadn't heard of CSA. Interesting! And...erotic.

Anonymous said...

I feel lucky for living in a place where it's the norm to have access to delicious, locally grown, organic produce. Farmers' Markets and local grocery stores abound( I'm so glad to know there exist healthy, organic options for areas in other parts of the country such as CSA; what a flan-tastic organization.

Her Bad Mother said...

OK, I'm sold. And a little bit turned on.

Amy said...

I've got spinach and lettuce going on right now. Not certified organic, mind you, but grown without pesticides from organic seeds. You're welcome to some. Also, there are cukes, Jet Star tomatoes, Roma tomatoes, and 3 kinds of peppers (Thai hots, Jalapenos and some variety green peppers) coming too. Email me if you want some. There will be plenty to share. Where can I get a CSA sticker? I get organic goggies too. Let me know.....

Sandra said...

I have to say I have never heard anyone talk about vegetables quite like that. I am blushing :)

But as an organic loving vegetarian. Yes yes yes. I love it!

gingajoy said...

am fantasizing about tomatoes right now. you;ve inspired me to get going on growing some of my own--in organic horse poo as I know where i can get some (not joking)

toyota minivan--that still gets pretty good mileage!

Anonymous said...

I can't believe you actually made me interested in reading a post about peak oil. You should be very proud.

By the way...the toothy tomato scares me.


Anonymous said...

You know, I almost joined the CSA last year, but then we were looking at moving, so I never did, and now we are moving, but maybe I still should. Although then, I think about what happened to you just a few months after eating all those fresh, luscious veggies, and I am not sure I can risk it (producing another little veggie-lover, that is).

Anonymous said...

Wow, you and your spiritual tomatoes are very passionate!

Dani said...

I was feeling very proud and earth-motherly because we were growing tomatos in huge pots on our driveway, then I read this! Now my tomatos accomplishment has be squashed, squished like a cloned tomato.

Anonymous said...

Okay. That tomato with the teeth is just scary!

But on a lighter note, I admire your devotion and CSA sounds pretty damn cool :)

Anonymous said...

Ooooh, you are making me nostalgic for last year's CSA veggie days! The excitement of pulling up to your house, wondering what will be in the box this week, checking out the recipes in the newsletter... Of course, after the first month or so it was more like smacking myself in the head and saying, oh crap it's Wednesday and I almost forgot to get my veggies and aren't those LAST week's veggies still sitting there in the fridge, in the bag they came in? Where the heck am I going to put new veggies? How come no one is eating these wholesome veggies except me, anyway? Who can I find who will take this 3-week old kale? What IS kale, anyway?

Damn, I miss those days!

This year, we're growing our own veggies and that way when we wind up giving it all away because no male human in my house will eat anything green, we will have only spent about $3 in seeds.

BTW, zucchini is great sliced and steamed with a sprinkle of parmesan cheese. I know because that was frequently all I ate for dinner last summer. Also, you really only have to boil corn on the cob for about 2 minutes if it's fresh. Try it - it's really good!

Maybe I'll stop by on Wednesday sometime just for old times' sake!

Redneck Mommy said...

Who knew veggie talk could sound so provocative. I have to go now. I have to rummage through my refrigerator. I have a sudden urge for veggies...

wordgirl said...

Good post. But...the tomato with teeth? A little disturbing. Maybe it's just me.

Cristina said...

I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE my CSA. I'm right there with you. Been making love to locally grown organic vegetables since 2004 baby.

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