What the World Needs Now…
It’s a little bit awkward when you fall in love with your farmer. Especially when you’re already married. When you love food, it’s easy to get confused. Like this:
Me: I love you.
Farmer: What?
Me: Your celery root, I mean. I love your celery root.
Farmer: …Thanks.
Me: Your carrots aren’t half bad, either. And your beets are sooooooo sweet.
Farmer: Uh-huh… (backing away)
Must be an occupational hazard.
Now that the New Oxford American Dictionary has made “locavore” its word of the year, expect more of this phenomenon. Mark my words, by next summer, celebrity chefs will be out and celebrity farmers will be in.
I know exactly what you mean. I adore Farmer Andrew at Green Meadows Farm in Hamilton, Mass. Along with his wife Diane and Chelsea, their market manager... all of them! :) I probably gush way too much and am so in love that I'm bringing them cookies Friday...
Posted by: Maggie | December 05, 2007 at 11:59 AM
Sickening. I did the same thing with the cookies, no joke. This community-based agriculture stuff is TEARING people apart.
Posted by: Tammy | December 05, 2007 at 02:28 PM
I love my CSA. Sophie and Gabe are supplying me with purple carrots today. PURPLE CARROTS. I can't wait. That's probably worth a dozen cookies.
B
Posted by: Brenda | December 05, 2007 at 03:04 PM
I am considering posting an "In Memoriam" article about the farmers I absolutely adore at my farmers market that I won't see until April. There are still a few left, but it's the ones I love that won't be around. I'm already going through withdrawals.
Posted by: Bri | December 05, 2007 at 08:54 PM
Bri: Farmers. They're such teases.
Brenda: Purple carrots, huh! Clearly, your farmers love you more than mine loves me.
Posted by: Tammy | December 06, 2007 at 11:14 AM
Ahah, this is quite funny! I know the feeling!
Posted by: bea at La tartine gourmande | December 06, 2007 at 04:20 PM
Bea: I knew this would be a sympathetic crowd.
Posted by: Tammy | December 06, 2007 at 05:05 PM