In Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, Barbara Kingsolver talks about how, if you plan on enjoying your fruits and vegetables seasonally, you really have to go all in during say, asparagus season, practically gorging yourself in order to
hold you over make you so tired of a particular produce item that you will be okay without it for the next 10 or 11 months or whatever, until the season comes around again. I understand her reasoning, and it might work for me with parsnips or eggplant, but for the most part, I rarely get sick of any particular form of farm stand goodness. Last summer I personally ate at least a hundred peaches. (I’m not exaggerating.) My son, born in September, came out with a good bit of fuzz on him, and I’m pretty sure I know why.
Now we are back around to spring, and I have already been enjoying plenty of arugula straight from the bag, much to Dear Husband’s bewilderment. Strawberries have yet to make it this far north yet, though, so yesterday my boy and I, along with some fellow fruit lovers, hit the road and headed south, specifically to Shlagel Farms in Waldorf, MD.