Getting started
Even though it’s almost the end of January, this photo reminds me of my New Year’s resolutions. I made three:
1. Subscribe to and read the entire New York Times (only on weekends, because let’s be real);
2. Do some kind of formal exercise at least once a week;
3. Finally get around to joining a CSA.
The lavender in the shop window was purchased at a farmer’s market near the salon, and the person who sold it to me told me it was grown at their farm out in West Chester, PA. The lavendar is so lovely and dried now, but it was first purchased for my Bastille Day window, at the height of summer. There was a whole French theme: we put all the products we sell that contain lavendar in the window, as well as all the ones from France. We put up a Marie Antoinette-style mannequin head, some Being & Nothingness, and Simone de Beauvoir (but no naked pics).
But that was summer, months ago. Back to my resolution.
I equate the CSA with bushels and bushels of kale: stir-fried kale, kale omelettes, pickled kale, peanut butter and jelly kale, kale kale kale. This explains why I’m 41 and still haven’t managed to join a CSA. My gorgeous client Bronwyn poisoned me against the CSA two growing seasons ago, when she would come in for her appointments and complain that, once again, her house was full of kale and collard greens that she couldn’t get rid of.
But I normally shop at Whole Foods, and I can’t help but wonder where all the produce is coming from. I need to start paying more attention to the source of my food. I want to support local growers. Here in the northeast, though, what are they growing in the depth of winter? I’m guessing it’s kale.
Recipes welcome.