We’ve been failing you, friends. Maya’s weird diet thing seems to have collided with the time that my Mac finally told me that it refuses to hold any more pictures. So I’ve been using my weekly IF-time allotment to delete files (to make room for more pictures) rather than creating new content.
To add to the technical difficulties, I’ve been feeling stuck recently. This is my first year with both a CSA and a functioning vegetable garden. Rather than freeing me, the new weekly allotment of summer squash, fennel and beets have sort of put me into a corner. I’m being micromanaged by my vegetables. No longer do I have free will to cook and eat what I please. Nope. Instead, I have two bulbs of fennel sitting in my fridge at this very moment, taunting me: “If you don’t use me, you’re a failure of a Locavore.” Being someone who doesn’t like to be told what to do by her boss, let alone a bag full of basil, I’ve been tempted to eat at KFC more than ever before.
I recently decided to stand up to my vegetables and make an agreement: I’d use them, but they can’t be all self-important and demand to be the main course all the time. And sometimes, I just might hand them off to neighbors and friends, and they’ve got to be okay with that.
“Beets”, I said, “I’m going to use you because I like you, but you’re only going to be a salad. And I’m going to put goat cheese in there. And truth be told, I’m probably going to like the goat cheese as much as or more than I like you.”
“And Pretty Lettuce, I’m going to use you, but to be honest, I’m not quite sure about how I feel about you. So chill out and stop trying to get my attention. You’re going to have to grow on me.”
“Cilanto and Onions, you’re nice and all, but just understand that you’re going to play a supporting role to the tilapia and sour cream in my fish tacos. And no, the lime is not local. You really need to be a little more open-minded to strangers”
That, my friends, is how you reason with vegetables. You just have to let them know who’s in charge.