We spent our weekend three weeks ago at Windflower Farm in Valley Falls, NY, a place that's become important to us over the last three years. It's the place where a lot of our food comes from, where a bunch of people we've now become friends with work, and where I asked my wife to marry me a year ago.
It seemed like a fitting spot, not just because it's beautiful and peaceful there, but because it represents a part of my life that wouldn't be there without Joanna. Joining a CSA was her idea. Actually, she was a shareholder by herself for a year before we started living together. She picks up our share most weeks, does all the ordering, and works on the CSA's core group. For me, it's been one of those things you're just along for the ride on at first, until one day you realize it's important to you.
There are hippy reasons to be in a CSA, to be sure. Many of them I do actually believe in. The biggest thing about it for me, though, is that we've gotten to know some of the people at that farm. Every time I open up our crisper drawer to start cooking, I think about those people, even if only briefly. That's a great thing. It helps keep those friendships alive even though we only see those folks a few times a year, and it also makes me take a second to think about what I'm cooking with, who grew it, and how it got to me.