The sky was filled was smoke, turning the sun into a hazy orange orb, and shrouding downtown Manhattan in a sheet of blue-gray ash. Plus the card swiper stole two swipes off of my metrocard. Otherwise it was an uneventful pickup on a sweaty July day. There was squash this week, which I am excited to use. I might make a soup, even if it is well outside of soup season. And maybe a cobbler? J will have to eat the blueberries for us.
It’s been almost two months, and I’ve been thinking about how this CSA, my first CSA, has been going, and how I’ll do things next year. Likely no herbs, as they also come in the regular vegetable share, and all I can think to do is dry them so that the leftovers don’t get thrown out. However, trying herbs I wouldn’t normally buy is nice. Absolutely still do the fruit share, and supplement it with the farmer’s market. Vegetables of course, though I should probably try to grow my own cherry tomatoes—these are sorely absent each week. I love the weekly leafy greens, but I’m over radicchio. The flowers: maybe. I love the surprise, but I might want to choose what I get each time more.
Overall, not having to think about every meal each week when I’m in the store has been nice, as has trying out new recipes. And I love the regular subway trips outside of my neighborhood. Covid has made me even more of a homebody than usual, so I like the excuse to get out at the same time each week. It will be exciting to be back on the train when the sun starts setting earlier—it is a site I have been missing.
Rhubarb Season 