The Scapes are Coming! The Scapes are Coming!

There are so many things I like about the CSA. I love to see what people are doing with all the vegetables http://www.apt11d.com/2011/06/scallions-part-1.html (and I have to admit...I'm a bit jealous. Spending so much time growing them, I don't seem to be able to find enough time to really enjoy them. Yes, I might throw them into the Vita-Mix and drink them (and I do think that alone has made a huge difference in my health), it's not quite the same as savoring them. And finding new ways to dance with all those vegetables. Today, for example, we found a patch of ramps (Allium tricoccum) also known as the ramp, spring onion, ramson, wild leek, wild garlic. And it was, is, wild, and garlicy. I sliced them thin along with a potato (still from last year) and fried it in a little Amish butter (I could eat that stuff by the tablespoon) and a little bit of olive oil. I also added an egg (sometimes "Certified Organic" but mostly not). With a piece of toast with some cilantro spread (I need to update the recipe section for this) and it was devine. It held me for the entire day. I didn't even need more food (though I ate a lot of samples at the CSA). Less is more I always like to say. And even though I would like to only have one purse (pocketbook they say on the East coast), I have four. One I use. One I just bought but haven't moved into (it's a hot pink). One is just for those quick jaunts to the Islands (can't we dream?) and one is just black. New York Black. Because it's all Black. Black Dirt. Black man as the President. Can we handle it? A black man. As President. I only hope and pray that he is with us. Because I don't really know anymore. I can't begin to imagine the pressures. But I do. I worry that I can get enough variety planted for the CSA. I worry that it will not rain since we have all the tomato, eggplant and peppers planted. I worry because my rows are not straight (aka cultivating is weeding nightmare). I worry because I don't really know any other way except to worry. Is he worrying too? He must be. Poor Obama. What a clusterfuck (I love that descriptive word) he was left with. I always cling to this one thing about him, when he spoke about his wife (because I think he really does love his wife, Michelle (and his cool kids (we all have cool kids...we just can't see it because they're ours)) a man mentioned that he was eating at a diner because his wife wanted to and Obama said, "Yes, you need to listen to your wife." And the smart men do. Listen to their wives.