If you've read this blog for any length of time, you'll know that one of my (minor) obsessions is local food. We have a produce share, a meat share, a fruit share, and a winter root vegetable share all through various local CSA's (community supported agriculture). In fact, many of our meals, particularly in the summer, are almost 100% locally sourced.
Not only am I convinced that the food tastes better, I also feel as if it is healthier. Remember a few years back when salmonella was found in California greens? How about the recent egg recall? Unfortunately, this is a result of factory farming pressures and I don't see the problem going away anytime soon.
Well, it's easy to eat locally this time of year. Even without belonging to a CSA, farmers markets are practically in every town brimming with ripe, locally grown, and competitively priced produce.
But we're in the frozen North of New England, and eating locally is a lot harder in the winter. Which brings me to harvest season and the reason my blog posts are rather more infrequent than normal. It's tomato canning time. Right now, I have 3 pots of tomato sauce simmering on the stove, waiting to be thick enough to can.
The farmer who operates our CSA has made a barter deal with me. He'll give me as much produce as I can handle if I'll share the preserved food with him. I find it terribly ironic that he has all this farm fresh bounty around him and no time to put it by for winter. I can every fall anyway, so having access to free produce in return for my sweat equity is a great bargain.
Well, friday, he sent me home with close to 60 lbs of tomatoes. Yikes! That's on top of the 8 quarts of cherry tomatoes he gave me a few days earlier. Those are now dried, put away in quart ziploc bags. Half in my pantry, half in his. Later this week, he'll have maybe 5 or 6 quarts of sauce and 3 quarts of chopped tomatoes to join them.
I have chopped, cored, and skinned so many tomatoes, I'm dreaming about them. Yes, I'll swear and fume about never wanting to see another tomato again, until December, when I go down to the basement pantry and open a jar of August sunshine and rain in the form of tomato sauce. Then I'll be overjoyed that I did this yet again.
So for the next few weeks, if you need me, I'll be in the kitchen dealing with tomatoes. At least until the local apples come in.
Know what you're buying. Good post about reading egg carton labeling.ReplyDelete
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