Since my city-dweller lifestyle doesn’t support a garden anymore, we participate in a couple of different local food projects:
In the summer, we get a half farm share once a week from Stillman’s Farm. This works out to a half bushel of whatever is ripe. In the spring, we get unlimited kale and radishes. It progresses through beets, tomatoes, corn, potatoes, and now we are in the season of eggplant and squash.
In the winter, we get a massive box of food once a month from Shared Harvest. Talk about being encouraged to eat seasonally – hope you like potatoes, onions, and the ubiquitous squash.
We’ve been signing up for five pounds of whole fish, once a week, for the past year or so from the Cape Ann Fresh Catch community supported fishery.
I think that food goes well beyond fuel for the body. Meals are where we connect with our friends and our tribe. The goodness of some particular meal is related to the food itself, plus the square of the stories told around the table. Food that comes with a story is inherently better, nine times out of ten, than really awesome but anonymous food.