This Saturday morning, Jen and I woke up way too early. Jen, the poor dear, got up at 5:45 (on a SATURDAY) to run her weekly half marathon before we headed out to Williamsburg to help out at our CSA. We moved some boxes, incompetently put together a tent type thang and set the veggies out in attractive ways. (Jen and I work in the arts, we’re good at aesthetics.) We then hung around (with Ben, our farmer) and watched adorable couples, girls with dogs and men with their cute towheaded children pick up cucumbers.
Our CSA is called Hearty Roots Farm. It is run out of Tivoli, New York and recently increased its acreage so there is no reason you can’t all join. The farmers are sweet and the veggies are so so so good. I’m not kidding. I detest summer squash and I have happily, nay joyously, eaten buckets of it for the last month. I even ear it raw. If you are thinking about joining a CSA this is a good one.
If you aren’t thinking of a CSA, you should. Joining was the best decision I made in 2007, well that and not sleeping with that creepy construction worker from Queens. You pay for the share in the winter when you actually have some money and aren’t broke from too many margaritas and brunches on sunny patios. All summer you have a “free” supply of food that is delivered practically to your door (should you live on the L train which unfortunately I don’t). Also, it’s really cheap and you get to feel like a good person for supporting local farmers. That’s a lot of pros not so many cons.
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