I feel the need to explain my fascination with food. It starts in the garden. Many people seem to be intimidated by growing things, as if a “green thumb” is a genetic trait they weren’t endowed with at birth. Green thumbs are acquired, like any skill, through patient experimentation, observation, a tolerance for delayed gratification, and a willingness to change course. I know, it sounds tedious, but I think it must be like any sport, where one perfect “hit, swing, basket, shot" is all it takes to hook you for life. The rewards of the garden are nothing short of transcendent. To watch a mere speck of a seed, that could be brushed away, mistaken for a speck of dirt, turn into a Jurassic vine that sprouts enormous globes of delicious cantaloupe is an indescribable joy - until some sneaky four-legged critter discovers its delights as well.
Harvesting fruits and vegetables from one’s own garden is not only satisfying for the actual food it puts on our table, but it heightens one’s appreciation for the endless supply of nearly perfect produce that ends up in our grocery stores. How on earth do they get carrots that look like that?! Here are the carrots from my garden:
They’re itty-bitty, with lovely green, frilly tops, and I love them. We chop them up and add them to our salads like little orange jewels. Vegetables and fruits are as interesting and colorful as flowers - just look around the produce department. The colors, textures, shapes. It’s like that bar scene in Star Wars - there are some of the most improbable shapes and textures, all just sitting there like the familiar apple. How can you not want to draw this stuff?