Right To My Door

So, this is awesome: It took me two years and a move to another country, but I finally joined a CSA, which I’m super excited about. CSA, for those unworldly people who don’t know, stands for Community Supported Agriculture. Which basically means for not a huge amount of money some farmers (well, probably not the farmers themselves, but nonetheless) deliver a box a vegetables to your house every week. You don’t really know what will be in it each week. This week, for instance, we got: broccoli, lettuce, cucumbers, sweet potatoes, regular potatoes, squash, tons of eggplant, mint, oregano, and chives.

Not knowing what’s going to be there I think makes it kind of even more awesome, because then you have to cook to the vegetables. That meant that my roommate Paul and I spent Thursday night pouring over cookbooks and recipes trying to take into consideration what would be good with meat (meaning no dairy), good for vegetarians, and good as a meal. It was a pleasure, and we ended up making all kinds of dishes we’d never made before. (It doesn’t hurt, of course, that Paul used to do this stuff professionally, but whatever.) One week in, and, as expected, I’m loving my CSA (which is, by the way, organic and socially-conscious, in case there are people out there who care about that sort of thing).

On the subject of food delivery, we also have a juice man. How awesome is that? For a few dollars every week we have two liters of fresh juice delivered to our door. I don’t actually love juice, so it kind of might be better in theory than in practice, but in theory it is awesome! I’m thinking maybe we’ll make the juice into popsicles, because those would be oh so very tasty. And parve.