It had to happen sooner or later: we just picked up our final csa farm share for the season. We now have turban squash, white cauliflower, Tuscan kale, a dozen eggs, carrots, beets, apples and red leaf lettuce. After this, no short drives to Wilson Farms in Lexington, no more tall white baskets spilling over with produce, no more sorting on the kitchen table and no more hunting down new recipes that call for unfamiliar ingredients.
Sob! My inner child is wailing, “I’m so saaaaad!” Back to supermarkets with their huge vegetable morgues. Back to wilting California or Florida produce. Goodbye, tomatoes. I will not eat those baseballs that dare to call themselves by that name.
I will console myself by slowly defrosting all the sauces and soups I made with my fresh bounty. I will bite and remember. Most of all, I will be very sad.