City Girl’s Harvest
Ok, so today I realized that I am a city girl at heart.
I let the boys harvest our first radishes today. We admired them; they looked lovely. I washed them, cut them, and….allowed the boys to eat one, watching closely for instantaneous puking or death. Matt ate one and claimed it tasted like a radish. I, however, could not bring myself to consume something I had pulled up from the ground. It was in DIRT for heaven’s sake. It’s not like a fruit; it’s a root. It’s something that grew because I put a seed in the ground and poured water on it a few times. And who could trust that process?
If it’s at the grocery store or farmer’s market, then we have delegated the dirt to capable, expert hands and we can forget what “root vegetable” really means in the flesh-and-blood, dirt-and-water world.
I didn’t realize I was such a ninny, but I really couldn’t eat it. I finally did after Matt mocked me sufficiently.
It did taste like a radish.
And I haven’t puked yet.
Hilarious!
Where did you learn to be a city girl? Certainly not in this area!?!? ;-)
Certainly yes in this area! Right down the street from McDonald’s and Wal-Mart, where you can always rely on your food being handled by experts.
As you can see, I’m not done mocking even now! In fact, I will take this opportunity to mock the fact that it took me years to convince my beloved wife that she needs to wash fruits and vegetables purchased at the store–and I’m not sure she’s convinced even now. After all, what could possibly be wrong with them? They’ve been handled by experts.
Incredible!
Luckily your city lot won’t allow you to bring a cow home. My cousins always named their cows “Hamburger”. No matter what kind of steak you were eating, their mom could always say they were having Hamburger for dinner.
Re washing — I fret more about the number of people who handled the fruit in the store before I chose it than I do about what happened before it got to the store, though the residual sprays etc are probably more likely to be harmful. In my mind though I see 50 other people squeezing the one I end up picking for my lunch. (Maybe they have rubbed off all the stuff the orchardist left?)
Gary- 1st- LOVE the the hamburger story!!!!!!! It makes me want to get a cow! 2nd- Yeah. Never thought about it that way. Thanks. I’m officially grossed out. I only washed things before to help get the dirt and pesticides off. Now I’m not sure I want to eat a raw fruit or veggie again.