Giving feels good. For most people, at least. This axiom is the entire reason the non-profit sector I work in exists. Without donors who enjoy the feeling they get from supporting a cause they care about, no charity could keep its doors open. Bloggers on nonprofit development work are constantly reminding us of this: “The greatest gift you can give a donor is to make them feel they made a difference that mattered,” writes Katya.
Outside of work, I’ve found personally that sometimes the best way to raise my spirits is to do something nice for someone else. That’s pretty easy when you’re a gardener in late summer–you have so much to give. So when our quirky, thirty-something neighbor from down the street inquired about our garden the other week, I felt like sharing. We had never had a real conversation before, but he does sometimes comment on our garden when he passes by the fence walking his big dog-little dog combo. I told him everything was going wild and that we had a ton of Swiss chard. His eyes seemed to light up when I said it, so I spontaneously asked, “Would you like some?”
Few people turn down free home-grown veggies, so the next evening I was proudly carrying a bag filled with giant, multi-colored chard leaves down the street. (Our Swiss chard is very tall and very attractive, all crinkly-textured leaves and pink-hued veins.) I delivered them somewhat awkwardly at his door as his little dog danced about on the porch and repeatedly proffered me a stick.
The next day when I was walking to work, he greeted me with a big smile and said “I cooked up that chard and ate it right after you dropped it off. It was delicious!” Not a bad start to the day. It reminds me of one particularly prolific summer in Homewood when we had way more produce to spare than we could even foist off on the neighbors. In desperation not to waste it, my mom set up a table by the street with a big pile of tomatoes and squash with a sign that read “FREE!” By evening, the table was empty, and we discovered an anonymous note scrawled on the back of the sign: “Thank you! God bless you!”
That giving felt pretty good, too.
Maybe that’s part of why going to the farmers’ market is such a fun experience: I always imagine that local and organic farmers take great joy in directly providing other people with fresh fruits and veggies. They’re happy to make us happy: a feedback loop of the most positive kind. It’s still a transaction of course, but it’s an entirely different feeling from grabbing a tomato in the grocery store produce section.
Most vendors are happy to help you with the discovery process, too. When I first committed to buying tomatillos at the Nichols stand, the nearest worker patiently answered each of my many questions. It was only when I asked, half to myself, “How many should I get?” that he eyed me a little askance as if to say “Do you want me to write out a recipe?”
This fruit, contrary to my last post, IS from across the border. Tomatillos are a staple of Mexican cooking. Also known as tomate verde (green tomato), they are the primary ingredient in, you guessed it, salsa verde. They’re in the same family as tomatoes (nightshades) but not actually that closely related.
They also have husks. I have to admit this was the draw for me. Sure, corn have husks, bananas have a peel. But how many other fruits and vegetables come in their own wrapper?
What it looks like: A glossy green tomato hidden within a lighter green, paper-like wrapper.
What it smells like: A green tomato (creative, I know) with a hint of spice.
How it feels: Once husked, they’re a little oddly sticky on the outside. I tried not to think of Alien eggs and just rinsed them a little.
Roasted Tomatillo and Green Olive Salsa
makes 1 1/2 cups
1 1/2 pounds tomatillos, husked
6 garlic cloves
2 jalapeño peppers*
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 cup green olives
1 cup cilantro
1 lime, juiced
1 teaspoon sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/3 cup water
* substitute 1 serrano pepper for the jalapeno peppers if you like more heat
Heat oven to 475 degrees. Spread tomatillos, garlic cloves, and jalapeños on baking sheet and coat evenly with oil. Roast for 15 minutes or until tomatillos are browned and blistered. Remove from oven and place in a food processor or blender with olives, cilantro, lime and sugar. Pulse 5-7 times. Add water and pulse another 4-5 times to mix. Serve with chips or as a topping on eggs or veggie meat.
How it tastes: Green olives can be pretty intense, but they are in just the right proportion in this recipe–or maybe they just blend really well with the roasted tomatillo flavors. This is a bright, citrusy, not too spicy salsa. The tomatillos have a hard-to-describe, fruity-but-not-sweet taste that is a refreshing change from traditional salsas.
Conclusion: For tomatoes, green is the new red.
With the Summer Olympics upon us, this seems a good season to try fruits and foods that are more popular outside the States. To be grown well in our local conditions, of course, plants typically need to have come not across the border but across the pond. Red currants are one of these: Commonly served as jelly at Sunday dinner in the U.K., this berry is just gaining a fan base in the U.S. And, like any new sensation, people are clamoring to say that they discovered them first.
A foodie blog I came across describing red currants as an under-used fruit got several incredulous comments: “Under-used, really? Because I have currant bushes in my backyard and I’ve been baking with them for years!” (Everyone likes to have a “before-they-were-famous” story.) The Internet is also full of posts from adventurous eaters who wanted to jump on the bandwagon but then were stymied once they had currants in their possession. (Typical post in a cooking forum: “I couldn’t resist picking up some truly beautiful red currants at the farmer’s market this morning even though I have no idea what to do with them.”)
I had no such quandary. I had black raspberries in the fridge off my dad’s vines at home waiting to be used. I thought the colors would be gorgeous together. I made a pie.
Currants grow on a deciduous bush in the gooseberry family. Native to western Europe, they come in three colors (red, black, and white), each with their own flavors and combination of tart and sweetness. The red and white versions can be eaten raw or mixed into salads, yogurt, or cereal. Currants are typically made into jellies, custards, or puddings because they coagulate when boiled, but this was my favorite traditional use: In Germany, syrup from red currants is combined with soda water to make a refreshing drink called Johannisbeerenschorle (say that three times fast). Why the long name? They’re called “John’s berry” in German, because it’s said they ripen on St. John’s Day, or Midsummer Day, June 24.
For years we’ve been able to time the coming of Independence Day (and deep summer) by the blooming of our red Monardas in my dad’s yard (or as I like to call them, firework flowers). So I find the idea of red currants as the midsummer berry irresistible.
And, as it turns out, this German girl celebrated Midsummer Day in America without even knowing it. I just went back and looked at the date I decided to make the red currant pie. It was–you guessed it–June 24th. Talk about eating seasonally!! We managed to try red currants on just the right day.
I can’t remember which online recipe I adapted now, but that’s OK. I pretty much winged it anyway.
What they look like: Small, perfectly round and smooth red berries arrayed on a woody stem. The skin is translucent so the seed and bright red juice within seem to glow, especially in the sun. You can understand why so many people buy them on a whim without knowing what to do once they get home. They are exceptionally pretty.
What they smell like: Summer, with a faint sharpness like cranberries.
1 pie shell (pre baked or make your own)
2 cups black raspberries
1 cup red currants (I made the berry proportions more like half and half because that was what I had, which produced a tarter pie than most people probably would like; this 2:1 should be better)
3/4 cup sugar
2 Tbsp. all-purpose flour
2-3 Tbsp. cold butter or margarine
“Stem” the currants. (Basically, this means gently pop them off the stem one at a time. Freezing them a little supposedly makes them come off more easily. But I found they detached like a dream without even spilling any juice.) In a bowl, mix the sugar and flour and cut in butter until it’s in coarse crumbs. (I already had a sugar-flour-butter mixture leftover so I am not sure what the true proportions were. This should be close.) In a large bowl, combine the raspberries and currants and gently fold in the sugar mixture. Bake at 450 degrees for 10 minutes, then reduce heat to 350 and bake 30 minutes more. Serve chilled! (my addition)
The taste: When warm out of the oven, the filling didn’t hold together well and it was tasty but incredibly tart. Unlike other fruit pies, you want to chill this one first for the best flavor and easy serving. After the fridge, it was the perfect tartness. The currants hold their shape in the pie so you get a sweet mouthful of raspberries, then little bursts of sour flavor from the currants as you bite into it. Whipped cream or vanilla ice cream goes well on top.
Conclusion: No need to try to puzzle out the meaning of the Olympics opening ceremony when you can absorb plenty of European culture with this little-known berry. A tart midsummer pleasure for pagans and locavores alike.
Well, the experiments continued, but my written record of them did not. A lot happened between February and today. This included feverishly planting and then maintaining our gardens in Homewood and Logan Square in the face of an early heat wave and, subsequently, temperatures that have soared past 100. As yet another side effect of the havoc climate change is beginning to wreak on our system, gardening (especially container gardening) requires a lot more attention when record temperatures coincide with a drought year. It’s been all we can do to keep the potted plants on our deck alive from day to day. I can only imagine how an Illinois corn farmer feels.
In other news, any blog on local eating must give a nod (and a deep bow) to a wildly popular movie that came out this spring and made foraging cool. The teenage protagonist of The Hunger Games is not only the best young female role model to step from the page to the big screen since Hermione Granger; the knowledge Katniss brought to the “game” about edible wild fruits, greens, and tubers is part of what gave her the edge over the other contestants to survive.
Her namesake plant that helps keep her alive, found growing in wet marshy areas, is also commonly known as arrowhead for its pointed leaves–making it doubly appropriate given Katniss’ unmatched skill with a bow. (A wetland ecology in-joke?! I love this author. Apparently I am not alone in my geeking out, as I came across this roasted katniss recipe online described as a “tribute” (no pun intended?) to Katniss Everdeen.)
But let’s get back on track here. As I said: The experiments continued! With a certain mysterious green called rapini.
Because the cookbook gave an alternate name of “broccoli rabe,” I assumed that this plant was a variant or wilder version of broccoli. Its appearance when I found it at the store reinforced this perception. In reality, it’s more closely related to the turnip. It also has more aliases than Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Some of the many other names (and spellings!) include raab, rapa, rapine, rappi, rappone, fall and spring raab, taitcat, Italian or Chinese broccoli, broccoli rape, broccoli de rabe, Italian turnip, and turnip broccoli. It originated in the Mediterranean and China so, not surprisingly, is commonly used in Italian and Chinese cooking. The peak season for rapini is fall through spring. The stems, leaves, and flowers are all edible.
The recipe I found for it also features orzo (a tiny rice-shaped pasta) and sun-dried tomatoes–two other ingredients that I had never cooked with before, making for an even more exciting culinary adventure!
What it looks like: Yellow-and-green young broccoli buds just starting to form, nestled among medium-sized, dandelion-like toothed leaves arrayed on round, bright green stems.
What it smells like: The fresh earthy scent of broccoli, with a peppery hint that suggests a more complex flavor.
The recipe: Rapini with Orzo and Sun-Dried Tomatoes, from Quick-Fix Vegetarian by Robin Robertson (my favorite vegetarian cookbook, which features delicious, simple recipes that use vegan whole ingredients and can be made within half an hour).
1 bunch rapini, coarsely chopped (discard bottoms of stems if tough)
1 1/2 cups orzo
2 Tbsp. extra-virgin olive oil
2 cloves garlic, minced
1/4 tsp. red pepper flakes
1/3 cup chopped oil-packed sun-dried tomatoes
Salt and black pepper
1/4 cup toasted pine nuts (toast on the stovetop in a dry small skillet over medium heat, shaking occasionally, until lightly browned–about 5 minutes)
Cook the rapini (stems, leaves, buds, and all) in a pot of salted boiling water until softened, about 3 minutes. Use a slotted spoon to remove the rapini from the water, and set aside. Return the same pot of water to a boil; add the orzo, stirring occasionally, until it is al dente, about 8 minutes. Drain and set aside.
Heat the oil in a large skillet over medium heat. Add the garlic and cook until fragrant, about 30 seconds. Add the red pepper flakes, sun-dried tomatoes, and rapini. Cook until the rapini is tender, about 5 minutes. Stir in the orzo and season with salt and pepper. Serve sprinkled with the pine nuts.
How it tastes: Unbelievable. For such a simple dish, this recipe has many deliciously rich flavors. I discovered I love sun-dried tomatoes after all, despite my previous suspicion of their appearance. Their chewy, semisweet and semi-savory flavor added heartiness. The crunchy pine nuts complemented the tender orzo very well. Oh, and what about the rapini? It was like a combination of asparagus and broccoli, with a similar texture to cooked spinach. Very tasty and blended well with the other ingredients, without a hint of bitterness. I’d give this dish and these undercover greens each five stars.
This is my first post as part of my exotically local food experiment! (Pick out a locally-grown form of produce I’ve never tried, make a recipe with it, and blog the experience.) For the most part, it’s been unseasonably warm, but this is still technically winter in Chicago. So except for hothouse tomato and pepper farmers and cold-frame spinach growers, this is storage-crop, root-vegetable season at the market. So my first selection was a good example under these categories: Parsnip.
What are parsnips? I relied on the sign to identify them, because while I had a vague idea I probably couldn’t have picked them out of a root lineup. They are sometimes called the “white gourmet carrot,” and are a great winter crop because cold weather turns their starches to sugar and brings out a sweeter, fuller flavor. Possibly a good replacement for the world-travelling banana, they are a rich source of potassium and other vitamins and minerals. In ancient times, parsnips were cultivated and eaten interchangeably with carrots in the Mediterranean, and their range expanded along with the Roman Empire.
I imagined them as similar to turnips, an infamous vegetable in the Leopold household when I was growing up because of my dad’s purported intense dislike of them, which I had always suspected to be exaggerated for comic effect and led to them being slipped into minestrone soups to masquerade as pieces of potato (secret’s out!).
While turnips can cause strong feelings, members of the parsnip family can actually cause chemical burns. The roots are safe and edible raw or cooked, but the shoots and leaves contain furanocoumarin, a phytophototoxin, which means that when the plant juices contact your skin, they make the skin hypersensitive to sunlight, resulting in burns. This is naturally occurring chemical warfare to prevent predation.
I didn’t make the connection before between the garden parsnip and these noxious relatives, wild parsnip and giant hogweed, with which I actually had an encounter and scars to prove it. Doing my bird surveying job several summers ago, I had to push through a field of tall grasses and weeds. On the drive back, I noticed my arm resting in the sun on the window edge had a strange red rash-like circle developing on it. By the next day, it had become a huge raised blister. It never hurt, but for the rest of the week it looked like an awful burn–which, after some online research, I realized it actually was.
Anyway, to my knowledge I have never eaten one of these seemingly innocuous parsnips in my life. And so the experiment begins:
What it looks like: Yep. A white carrot.
What it smells like: Pungent earth. Somewhat carroty and definitely like something that spent its time quietly in the ground.
The recipe: “Rikke’s Sweet Parsnips,” from The Chicago Diner Cookbook
Ingredients: 1/4 pound green beans (or any amount you have), cut into 1 1/2-inch pieces
2 Tbsp. olive oil
4 cups diced onions
1 pound parsnips, peeled and cut into chunks
1/4 tsp salt
1/4 tsp pepper
Blanch the green beans in rapidly boiling water with a pinch of salt for 30 seconds to a minute, then drain and immediately run cold water over them to stop the cooking process.
In a medium skillet, heat the oil and saute onions until translucent. Add the parsnips, salt, and pepper. Cover and cook on medium heat, stirring frequently, until the parsnips are tender and almost caramelized, at least 10 minutes. (It will be done when the onions start to turn golden-brown.) Add the green beans and cook 3-5 minutes more.
The taste: A delicious complex flavor, sweet on the tender outside to peppery in the chewier center. Not as soft as a potato or as dense as a carrot. The large amount of caramelized onions and fresh green beans (grown in Florida, bought at Whole Foods in a moment of weakness..) in this recipe–two great veggies–complement the taste well and make it even richer.
Conclusion: An awesome winter vegetable; just watch out for it in the wild.
It’s a new year, and this won’t be my usual entry. I’ve been thinking about food lately, but not on the local sourcing of it: I’m making a New Year’s resolution to consciously eat vegan at least three days a week. Why? In part, because four of the vegetarian cookbooks we’ve been using over the past year are vegan, so I have a feeling we’ve been eating vegan (un-consciously) more often than I think– and I’m curious if it will seem any different to do it intentionally.
There’s another part, though: In the many past conversations that have come up with friends, family, coworkers, and acquaintances about being vegetarian or vegan, I realize that I’ve failed to be a good advocate for a lifestyle that I strongly admire and respect: a plant-based diet.
Those who know me understand that while I may have my moments of verbal clarity, I’m much more articulate through the written word– so an off-the-cuff comment or question about eating choices is likely to receive a less coherent response than if I’ve had a chance to think and write it through. But not to use my communication skills as an excuse. My verbal answers are often more cowardly, and aimed at making the person asking more comfortable– primarily by agreeing, and by letting myself be led to address the negative, rather than redirecting the conversation to all the positives.
The result is that after I tell someone I’m vegetarian, but not vegan (I eat dairy products and Certified Humane eggs), I have preemptively volunteered, “Yeah being vegan is really difficult.” I’m of the mind that most people will be more open to trying a different diet themselves if they can do it gradually and easily, rather than switching cold turkey (no pun intended) to something that seems extreme. This is the same reason why faux meat products like veggie burgers, veggie sausage, deli “meats,” etc. are so prevalent; people want to eat what they’re already familiar with. But in my desire to show that being vegetarian or flexitarian (eating meat only occasionally) is easy and accessible, I end up making veganism sound all but impossible. But is it really?
I’m going to eat my previous words in two ways this year: Cooking vegan meals at home three days a week, and bringing or finding vegan lunches to buy at work on those same days. This can be done even at chain restaurants. Some examples:
Subway – A falafel sandwich on wheat bread topped with veggies, giardinera, and mustard.
Chipotle – Veggie tacos with rice, beans, sauteed onions and peppers, lettuce and salsa (just skip the cheese and sour cream).
Other vegan alternatives in the Loop include Hannah’s Bretzel (gourmet sandwiches with their percentage of organic ingredients listed!) and the new Native Foods Cafe location (serving all-vegan dishes with house-made sauces, dressings, and proteins). I’ll post more as I discover them!
When people talk about being vegan, they question how you get your protein (it’s not difficult at all– the average American is actually consuming twice as much protein than they need or their body can use) and your vitamins: the old stereotype that vegans are weak and nutrient-deficient. Instead of being led into a debate about vitamin B12 (don’t worry, I’m getting it), I want to turn those comments around. I want to say that the American Dietetic Association has found a well-balanced vegan diet to not only be nutritionally sufficient for all stages of life, but to result in lower rates of heart disease and cancers. Vegetarian and vegan diets have been shown to be healthier.
People also tend to focus in on all the restrictions on your diet — that it limits you. But how diverse is the diet of someone eating McDonald’s for lunch and steak and potatoes for dinner? Eating vegan means opening up a spectrum of new foods, proteins, vegetables, grains, and dishes to try. From what I’ve seen so far, vegan eating is for those with a spirit of adventure — not those with a penchant for self-sacrifice. So I’m going to explore the diversity of the vegan diet through something I’ve been planning to do anyway: Whenever I go to the market, I’ll pick out a locally grown vegetable/fruit I haven’t tried, find a recipe to use it in, and blog about it.
Finally — I’m going to try to be more up-front with my reasons for doing this. When someone asks me why I’m vegetarian, I usually say, “For a lot of reasons: it’s better for your health, and for the environment.” Those are both true (see this Scientific American response summarizing the severe environmental impacts of large-scale meat production).
But there’s another reason that’s easy to leave out, because of what I mentioned before– not wanting to make the other person uncomfortable. What I want to say also is: “I don’t believe it’s right for any living creature to suffer the way millions of cows, pigs, and chickens do on factory farms to provide our food, when we have a choice to get our food entirely from other sources.”
I know no one wants to think about that. I certainly don’t. It’s not a topic for polite dinner conversation. But then, neither are many of the realities underlying our modern society. And making them visible is the first step to making change.
As we close out November, this is also probably the last day for those participating in the thankful exercise. The month that contains Thanksgiving is a great time to consciously and literally give thanks as much as you can. (I like the Spanish name for the holiday better: Dia de Accion de Gracias. The direct translation is “Day of the Act of Thanking.”) Several of my friends have dedicated themselves to posting about what they’re grateful for each day of the month. Nonprofits and even for-profit businesses get in on the act in November, too. I must have received at least 10 emails from nonprofits, titled with some variation of “We’re thankful for YOU!” And it’s just not the Thanksgiving season unless we’ve received our warm thankfulness card from our State Farm agent, complete with the pre-printed “handwritten” signature.
It IS important to remember to appreciate things you tend to take for granted. And food, as the most basic of things we may take for granted in the developed world, is as good a thing to be thankful for as any. So while Thanksgiving can seem to be a holiday that has no theme other than overeating, as Jim Gaffigan puts it, taking a moment to appreciate a bountiful harvest meal is not a bad thing.
And this year I’m also very thankful for the things that surprised me — that I didn’t expect. It’s a great feeling when there’s someone, or something, that exceeds your expectations. It doesn’t happen often. But my first visit to the Logan Square winter farmer’s market this year was one of those things.
In years past, before I was pointedly seeking local fruits and vegetables, I knew the winter market was there but didn’t go until February and March – when spring began to come into sight around the bend and I sought early relief. So, I was used to the enjoyable but fairly spare offerings of the early spring farmer’s market (mainly crates of frozen blueberries, eggs, salsa, Wisconsin cheese- actual produce is few and far between). Thus, even knowing that Thanksgiving is a seasonal meal of plenty — despite seeing the vibrant diversity of produce at the late-October outdoor markets just as they ended — I walked into the beautifully shabby Congress Theater on November 20 expecting the lean pickings of a February market. I mean, it was winter-jacket weather. How much could there be?
I couldn’t have been more wrong. Maybe it was because the vendors were crammed inside instead of setting up their stands down the street, but I was overwhelmed by the color and stacked varieties. After walking down one side of tables, met by purple and white cauliflower, red and green cabbage heads, carrots, turnips, leeks, lettuce, kale, spinach, apples, potatoes, three kinds of squash, the tight little heads of Brussel sprouts still arrayed up their stalks (all of these items local and ORGANIC), I was practically ecstatic. The November farmers’ market had the MOST variety I could remember seeing, nowhere near the least.
I then realized the end of the outdoor markets had been only a feint of the end of the growing season, brought on by the need to keep the vendors and customers themselves from freezing, not by the decrease in fresh produce available. If I was more in tune with what can be grown in the Midwest and when, this would surely not have been a surprise. October is when most people I know give up on their home gardens. But the harvest is nowhere near done and dead.
Autumn is my favorite season, but this fall has been a surprise. I remember picking nearly all our Swiss chard by flashlight a few nights after Halloween, expecting it to start to droop and freeze with the cold weather. Now, the day before December 1st, our neighbor’s chard is STILL growing. Partially that’s due to the unseasonably warm weather. But it’s also due to the hardy weather tolerances of cool-season vegetables, which I find I never quite believed before now. (You can’t REALLY grow a second crop of lettuce in the fall, can you?)
For this Thanksgiving, Dave and I were able to prepare a Tofurky roast we were incredibly proud of: Surrounding the vegan, wild rice-stuffed “bird” was our traditional medley of potatoes, carrots, and quartered onions. But this year every single one of those vegetables was both locally grown and organic. The bite-sized purple and white potatoes were even dug out of my dad’s very own garden. Something to be VERY thankful for.
But while I’m at it, this year I’m also giving thanks for every person working to create a world kinder to animals, kinder to people, and kinder on the earth: through our food system, and otherwise.
Thanks to Mercy for Animals, an awesome Chicago-based organization that takes on the very tough and courageous task of going undercover to expose cruelty on factory farms (among other efforts to eliminate cruelty to farm animals and promote a vegetarian/vegan lifestyle). When they made public the abuses of chickens they discovered at the facilities of a major egg producer just before Thanksgiving, McDonald’s dropped the supplier that very same day. Target and Sam’s Club went on to do the same.
Thanks to the police officer caught on video stopping traffic to escort a family of ducks off a busy highway. (People can still surprise you with the good they do.)
Thanks to the market vendors who called, “Happy Thanksgiving!” as each customer walked away from their tables loaded with bags of produce, who helped make my November a very warm one.
Today was the last day for my downtown farmers’ markets. No, I don’t know what happened to October. How about September? Fall sneaks up on you – even as I anticipate it as my favorite season, culminated by my favorite holiday, Halloween.
Although Halloween marks the darkening of the days, the end of warm weather, the death of the summertime growing season, it has its own magic and excitement that is hard to explain. First of course, there’s the costuming – where some hidden alter ego of yourself can come out and play. But there’s also the strange fun of looking fear and mortality in the face and making light of it. We welcome death and decay to our yards and houses, hoping to spook a few candy-seeking children. We know that, as October’s dying day, Halloween marks another kind of end. And we celebrate anyway. We celebrate more because we know it’s the finale.
On November 2nd I’ll be going to my first Day of the Dead celebration in the South Side neighborhood of Pilsen. The theme this year is “Muertos de la Risa” (dead of laughter). The combination of the bright colors and the macabre, the festivities, and the plenty of this traditional Mexican holiday (enough food for your family AND your ancestors to share) always appealed to me.
No matter how you’re celebrating in autumn, the plenty of the season and the harvest figures in somehow. The sheer diversity of produce to be found at the markets over this past month shows summer going out with a bang. Cool-season crops reappear side by side with long-ripening squashes and apples, while root vegetables like potatoes and onions are into full swing at the same time. I’ve been dumbfounded by the variety of colors, too- mirroring the many bright shades of autumn leaves, and more.
Or this. Look at that amazing bumpy texture!
My feeling as I stood amid the bounty of the Last farmers’ market in Federal Plaza, under the Nichols tent, was that same late-October elation and sense of loss. Kind of the way Halloween lovers feel once the weekend’s over. The three usual guys behind the table were there to help me cope.
“So… what am I going to do now?” I asked them, only half-serious.
They laughed: “I know what I’m going to do,” said one. “Have a life!” Bringing in and selling all those crops is hard work. Then he marked down the pumpkins and kale for me, unasked-for, and suggested a few Saturday markets around the city.
A couple weekends ago, in Western Springs, we brought in the fruits of our church’s first (organic) vegetable garden, but with significantly less work. One small raised bed in the sunny area behind the building was a good start for our small congregation. Tended only minimally over the summer, it had become a rambling profusion of vines and leaves. Hidden under all the greenery were plenty of fat eggplants, tomatoes large and small, peppers, and even two big cabbage heads. As I helped our family and other members reap the final harvest, I deemed the experiment a success.
The produce was donated to a local shelter for women, so they could eat and cook with some fresh veggies. The abundance of the harvest is something meant to be shared while it lasts.