Crisper drawers, that is. So you can see what I got in my farmshare this week:
2 heads of lettuce
a bunch of basil and dill
4 peppers
4 cucumbers
12 ears of corn
4 eggplants
a bunch of beets
4 summer squash
3 onions
an armful of fava beans
a bunch of carrots
8 potatoes
Exciting! But I know a good half of you don't come here for the food, so...
***
It was beginning to look like my dreams of being trapped under the CSA tent with the Farmer during a thunderstorm would never come to fruition. This despite the abundance of storminess this summer. On the way to the pickup yesterday, mighty Zeus hurled lightening bolts in my direction and unleashed an urban tsunami like nothing I’ve ever seen (well, except for that storm two weeks ago, and then again the previous week, and then a couple of times the week before that).
With the roads flooded at every turn, I rolled down the window and yelled up at the sky, face streaming with water: “You can’t keep me from going. I won’t miss it two weeks in a row.” Another flash of lightening and crack of thunder and I sputtered: “Is that the best you can do? I laugh at your scary electricity.” Then he hurled 15 more lightening bolts at me and an immediate explosion of sound that caused both kids and I to scream and soil ourselves simultaneously. Unfortunately, only one of us was wearing a diaper. Luckily, it was me.
All my detours around the washed-out roads landed me back at home and, seeing Husband’s car parked out front, I dropped off the traumatized kids and headed back out again, undeterred. It was still raining when I got to the farm, but a more reasonable soaking rain. The Farmer was manning the tent this time, Zeus having presumably chased him out of the open fields with his jagged javelins.
This is an awful lot of buildup to get to the Farmer and I alone at last among the vegetables. But, I’m afraid I can’t tell you what went on under that tent. How am I ever going to have a normal relationship with this beautiful man if I keep on detailing our every interaction in my public diary? How would I like it if someone were writing about me on his blog? I would like it very much, actually. IN THEORY. I’m a girl, after all. But probably not in practice. Also because it wouldn’t be anyone good, I’m sure. You never get to handpick your own stalkers.
So you’ll just have to use your imagination. In the comment section. Best ending to the story wins Uncle Oinker’s Savory Bacon Mints.
Aren't we cute - we've got matching drawers! :)
Posted by: Cornelia | July 24, 2008 at 10:39 AM
Nice panties! I mean drawers! Mine crisper is blessedly on the empty side but will be full again on Saturday.
Posted by: Ann | July 24, 2008 at 11:24 AM
I think that if a rain-soaked shirt and wet hair wasn't enough to entice the Farmer, it may be a lost cause.
I know I wanted to rifle through your drawers when you showed up all drenched...
Too bad the kids were home...
Posted by: Husband | July 24, 2008 at 12:05 PM
I'm sorry, but what goes on in my head stays in my head (much like the raunchy Las Vegas quote we are all sick of hearing). My day for bacon mints will just have to be another time.
I'm so jealous of your drawers.
Posted by: April in CT | July 24, 2008 at 12:12 PM
My farmer fantasies (complete with porn banjo) are way more appetizing than bacon mints. Did you read the review? :-Þ
Posted by: Jess | July 24, 2008 at 02:43 PM
Your vegetable porn is all the porn I need. ;) Lovely.
Posted by: melissa | July 24, 2008 at 05:49 PM
Melissa: You're no fun at all! (I’m sure the Farmer is grateful for your restraint.)
Jess: You tease! (P.S. I did read the review. Who'd have thought that bacon mints would suck?)
April in CT: That's a good policy to live by, in general. Perhaps I should try it.
Husband: Oh, hi! You read my blog?
Ann: I hope you're enjoying your new CSA.
Cornelia: We're the luckiest girls!
Posted by: Tammy | July 24, 2008 at 08:16 PM
If I come up with a really good story, do you promise NOT to send me the bacon mints??
Posted by: melissa | July 25, 2008 at 05:44 AM
Melissa: Yes, I promise. I really want to know what went on under that tent!
Posted by: Tammy | July 25, 2008 at 07:26 AM
You made awkward conversation and then sprinted back to the car?
I'll forward you the address for mailing the mints.
Posted by: Love's Bandit | July 25, 2008 at 09:26 AM
Love's Bandit: You know me too well! What I meant to say is that I want to hear a "better" ending to the story.
Posted by: Tammy | July 25, 2008 at 09:41 AM
Our fair heroine: So you got anything for my drawers?
Farmer(chewing on a toothpick, possibly bacon flavoured): Eh?
OFH: Uh, I mean just here to pick up the foodshare today!
Farmer: There you go. Oh, and don't be stealin' any ladybugs.
Posted by: sunny12 | July 25, 2008 at 10:51 AM
Sunny12: That's the spirit! (P.S. I found another ladybug in my stuff right before vacation, so I stuck him back in the refrigerator for the week because I heard you could do that with ladybugs. When we got back from vacation, DEAD. Will I never get to redeem myself?)
Anyone else? Or does the Canadian win?
Posted by: Tammy | July 25, 2008 at 04:01 PM
How 'bout this:
Tammy: Is that a squash in my basket, or am I just happy to see you?
Farmer: Huh?
Tammy: What I meant was, will you put your squash in my basket?
Farmer: HUH? (most farmers I know aren't too verbose.)
Zeus: [hurls bolts in an effort to muddle the situation further.]
(Tammy grabs her basket and runs for the car in embarrassment. Farmer checks her out. More to follow next week.)
Posted by: NurseJen | July 26, 2008 at 01:28 AM
NurseJen: I like it! Nice cliffhanger. We wouldn't want to rush into anything.
Posted by: Tammy | July 26, 2008 at 08:58 AM
Oops, I forgot to name a winner. NurseJen, because she has the Farmer checking me out. And now, for her eating displeasure, bacon mints...
Next time I'll get better prizes.
Posted by: Tammy | August 03, 2008 at 08:55 PM