The Weekly Bushel #19 2008
The Weekly Bushel Newsletter
#19, 2008
This Week's Box
- Lettuce
- Tomatoes
- Cabbage
- Radishes
- Rutabagas/Turnips
- Cilantro
- Beets
- Celariac
- Scorzonara
- Onions
Hannah's Little Happy "Today's Special"
“The beet is the most intense of vegetables. The reddish, amittedly, is more feverish, but the fire of the radish is a cold fire, the fire of discontent not of passion. Tomatoes are lusty enough, yet there runs through tomatoes an undercurrent of frivolity. Beets are deadly serious.
“Slavic peoples get their physical charscteristics from potatoes, their smoldering inquietude from radishes, their seriousness from beets.
“The beet is the melancholy vegetable, the one most willing to suffer. You can't squeeze blood out of a turnip...
“The beet is the murderer returned to the scene of the crime. The beet is what happens when the cherry finishes with the carrot. The beet is the ancient ancestor of the autumn moon, bearded, buried, all but fossilized; the dark green sails of the grounded moon-boat stitched with veins of primordial plasma; the kite string that once connected the moon to the Earth now a muddy whisker drilling desperately for rubies.”
-an exerpt from Tom Robbins' "Jitterbug Perfume"
Hello All!
Both Casey and I are really excited to introduce a few new items this week. The celeriac and scorzonara are finally harvest-ready and I can't wait to try out these found recipes listed below.
Just a little reminder, our last CSA get-together for the season is on Saturday October 4th in conjunction with Michael Fields' Harvest Festival running from 9am - 4pm.
my minute meditation and manifesto: monday.
what is it that i love so much about good ol' country livin'? might it be the air, it's lightness inviting the notion of quiet healing? it is in the stillness that things wildly stir, no? heavy air hangs on tall buildings that commune for commerce. i can feel that in a city. i can't feel the stars. stars are meant to be felt behind eyelids and between red blood cells. i need to feel my hair in flux with the rise and fall of rain. and must we even bring up the talk of wild berries?! good god. if my lips and teeth and tongue could always be stained with promise of daily berry, i would be one happy gal.
Sincerely,
-hannah rose-with-no-thorns
LotFotL Community Farm
