I have memories of where, when, how I shopped from the days my mom carted me around from store to store to now when I cart my kids around from store to store.
We belong to a CSA this year. I love it. I relish taking my kids to the farm and watching Henry pluck raspberries from the bushes and eat them. I enjoy trying new recipes and figuring out how to cook everything before it spoils while pleasing Dan's palate, the kids' palates and mine.
I love that the tops and tails of the green beans and the bok choy I never got around to cooking sit in a little black box in the yard decomposing into compost to feed our plants next year.
Lindentree Farms has made me even more aware of where my food comes from. I refuse to buy California "baby" carrots when I know there are carrots growing locally right now. It has brought me to the less fancy supermarkets that are locally owned. I notice that more food comes from closer by at Market Basket (aforementioned locally-owned market). I can even find organic baby carrots from NJ not CA.
I love the setting sun. Isabelle covered in dirt returning home too late with feet as black as the sky. Henry's laugh; a little nervous, mostly excited when he hovers around Pearl the dog. Me letting go of figuring out dinner for everyone, worrying about getting everyone's bath and bedtime on time, wondering when Henry, Isabelle, Dan, and I will finally settle down for the evening and let sleep take over. I grab some food from Formaggio, take the bag as is, we go harvest, play, picnic and get home when we get home children asleep or awake.
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