For awhile I was bummed out on the lack of variety available in the late summer growing season of Arizona. Then I was even more discouraged when I did see a decent amount of variety at the market. Counterintuitive? Not so much. There are just some things that cannot be grown in Arizona, although those items might be in prime growing season in other places, like CALIFORNIA. Don’t tell me shit is “Arizona grown” when its not even geographically possible. People be scandalous. Lying straight to my face. Eeeek! Side track negative rant, halt.
Ok, ok, let’s look at the glass as half full. Maybe the person I asked a question of just started working with this farmer and doesn’t really know the answer but in good spirit wanted to give me a positive response. Awe, so sweet. Or maybe the farmer brought in product from elsewhere because he/she felt the quality was better than that being produced here. So thoughtful. I can appreciate that…Just don’t lie about it or be misleading by putting your farm’s logo sticker on things you didn’t grow yourself. Ok, go ahead and lie about it if you want. I’m pretty sure I’ve lied at some point this morning or at least thought about lying. I’m over having my feelings hurt by people capitalizing on buzz words around the farmers market to justify high produce prices or push their product.
Although I struggled with a lack of balance and variety in the beginning, I feel quite sustained on meat and veg with a little goat cheese here and there, especially with potatoes starting to roll through! CARBS!! Nom, nom, nom. I just picked up some turnips and lettuce greens too. Yay, salads and root veg! New growing and harvest seasons are always exciting.
Hopefully I’m not projecting myself to be some sort of Mother Theresa of local food because I am anything but saintly. In lieu of lying, I have to admit a couple of Four Peaks pints may have found their way into my belly, and maybe I had a slice or two of pizza from a local Cottonwood establishment while wine tasting all day in the Verde Valley. However, in my moments of utmost desperation or unforeseen circumstances, I tried to make choices that reflected good local character, so please don’t lose faith in me! I’m still learning a great deal about agriculture as a money-making industry, agriculture as a nurturing life form, philosophical ideals, ethical eating, and how my being contributes to making the food world go round. Maybe I can be the Catholic Priest of local food, since those guys also yield to doctrinal obedience :)