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Here's the problem as I see it:

My farm boy, he don't eat much green. He likes his meat and potatoes, his fried chicken, his ribs. No fancy stuff. And don't try to class it all up with spices and such.

Maybe that's just Jersey farm boys...

I've been following your "relationship" with the Farmer since it began. Because our CSA is mostly run by women, I never really understood the attraction - the lustful link between food and grower. I knew there was a man around our farm, but never ran into him on pick-up days.

This Saturday, we decided to swing by our CSA farm stand to get some tomatoes to can. The woman farmer was busy with a customer, so man farmer (who is very easy on the eyes) took us into the back room to pick out some tomatoes (yes, my husband was with me, so it was all on the up and up).

Next, I asked if he had any dill that was flowering since I wanted to make some pickles. He indicated that I should follow him (husband stayed at the stand to pay). Off we went into the verdant fields to find the rows of herbs. Along the way, he stopped and pointed out various veggies that he was nurturing along. We made some small talk ("what else do you like to pickle?") He would occasionally stop to pick something and feed it to me. Whoa! I suddenly realized that these fields were getting very hot and it wasn't just the afternoon sun.

I may be in need of one of your 12-step programs. Any advice?

I must admit, I have no farmer lust. My farmer is a nice, young, earnest Jewish man who used to be a government drone. He waxes poetic about pole beans and politics, and I just want to ruffle his hair and say "awww".

Yeah, baby. Jammin' that triangular peg into the square hole...
Oh. That's not what you meant?

Hmm. This post kinda makes you sound like a quitter. I'm just saying.

Flood: I know you are, but what am I?

CC: That's exactly what I meant.

Jess: That's okay. I have enough lust for the both of us. I mean "had."

Andrea: Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute. He was FEEDING YOU? Honey, you don't need any advice from me. I should be getting some from you! (P.S. Stay on your side of the bridge.)

NurseJen: I know, that's what I thought. But this farmer is special (not to be confused with "special"). I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't eat any meat at all, which is another way things might get tense in a domestic-type situation. (Hmmm, I could do a whole series on this...)

Is Husband thinking about becoming a farmer?

sunny12 -- But, then, when would she find the time to write?

Family Nutritionist: So true! Plus, where's the drama?

Sunny12: That would be a sight to behold, but I'm afraid Husband has other ideas.

Yep, picking and handing herbs and veggies to me. Like yard long beans and I quote, "these are tender enough to eat raw."

I might be reading into this a bit, though. My husband asked me, "have you told Tammy about your 'romp' yet?" You could clearly hear the quotation marks. What ever happened to jealous husbands? Did that go out the door with chivalry?

Andrea: Apparently so. I love it when guys slam the door in our faces when we approach, don't you? Or do you get the VIP treatment with door-holding, too???

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