"Take off your shoes," she nudged me, and I did. "Have you ever walked on black dirt?" she wanted to know. How lucky am I to get to feel the soft and slightly moist, gorgeously rich black dirt, under my bare feet on this fabulously beautiful morning, and pick my dinner?
Ahead of regular market hours, the farm sent an email inviting their regulars to come and pick the first greens of the season directly in the field. They said "any time after nine." I jumped at the opportunity. Sure, I get my share of greens from my coop and various other places during the cold months (produce that comes from the other side of the country). But local greens, freshly picked on the farm (by me on top of it) - soooo much better. Rhubarb, baby turnips (the greens are the healthiest part!), broccoli rabe, spinach, and Persian cucumbers from the greenhouse, are my loot from this morning.
All of you who are avid gardeners might mildly smile at my excitement as you walk out your door and into your vegetable garden to pick your dinner. As a transplanted city girl with an herb patch and a few eggplant and kale plants for good measure, I am excited. The remembrance of this morning's black dirt expedition will live in tonight's dinner. Deep food - it's all about the experience.