At long last, we’ve joined a meat CSA. Wooooooo hooooooo. My quest for local chicken is over, with the added bonus of beef, lamb, and pork. And it couldn’t have come a moment too soon.
Yes, we’ve signed on with Stillman’s Farm in Hardwick, MA, together with fellow blogger Karen at Verbatim, in a meat partnership of gargantuan proportions. Well, maybe that’s exaggerating things a bit. I mean, we’re splitting a half-share is all. But, I’m confident that I can work my way up to several full shares all to myself in six to nine months max.
This should spell relief for the farmer at Drumlin. He can finally get a break from all the poorly crafted poetry I sneak under the crates (There once was a girl from Nantucket…), and I can eat something other than squash once in a while. It’s nothing personal. I just need some space to figure out where this relationship is going. Seeing other people usually helps. If someone could break it to him gently, maybe kiss away his tears, that would be great.
Meanwhile, Karen has demanded that she be the liaison for the first meat pickup (which is TODAY!!!) so that there aren’t any “misunderstandings” with the farmers. I told her that nobody is “misunderstanding” anything. But, she insists.
No matter. Bring on the meat!