Aaaaaaaaagriculture Anxiety. How's that for a new term to coin? Sometimes the weekly deliveries can seem overwhelming. Everything is in raw, unpackaged form. No easy convenient, pre-washed, ready-to-eat packaging to fall back on.
Each week’s load is usually fraught with more anxiety than anticipation. Joyce didn’t come to deliver my share until nearly 10 pm last night. I must admit that I was hoping that she forgot. I just wasn’t ready to deal with it all. But, arrive she did. And I reluctantly accepted. The plastic bag went straight into the fridge. Tomorrow is another day.
About 20 hours later, that day is right now, this evening. It’s not that I don’t value the veggies. But, dealing with them is true work with all the washing and sorting. Usually, I have to separate veggies that have more staying power versus the more fragile lettuce and strawberries. The strawberries are picked so ripe that they don’t last more than a day.
I’m looking at the bag of veggies right now. It’s looking at me. Siting there on my kitchen counter, the bundle dares me to take the first stab. It’s challenging me to plunder its riches. How can I resist?
