Pretty much all we see at the Greenmarket these days
For years I have been making a mental note to myself to join a CSA and then promptly losing the note. Occasionally I find it again, but at the wrong time when sign-ups are over. This year, though, Tammy over at Food On The Food has been entertaining me with stories about her CSA (and farmer) for months and I was inspired enough to get myself signed up for the Greenpoint-Wiliamsburg CSA.
I'm probably crazy because I took a full share of vegetables AND fruit (I signed up for eggs and flowers, too, but that's less anxiety-producing), and starting in June I'll be picking up my shares every Saturday. I actually emailed Tammy to ask her if I'd want to kill myself during the height of zucchini season, and while she didn't quite agree that this would be the case, she did give me lots of encouragement and then mentioned I might be cursing her for the first month. This seems fair to me.
I'm looking forward to picking up fresh produce and to the challenge of cooking seasonally with whatever is being harvested that week. I'm not so much looking forward to carrying a watermelon up five flights of stairs in high summer. Or even to walking my canvas bags of vegetables, eggs and fruit the mile home before hauling it up five flights of stairs. Maybe I need to buy a granny cart.