Yes, I belong to a CSA.
If you don't know, CSA stands for Community Sponsored Agriculture, also known as a farm share. It works thusly: you give a farm 500 bucks or so up front, and for 16 weeks or so over the summer, you get a box of whatever they've harvested that week.
This seems like a good time to stake out my basic position on Responsible Eating, because Responsible Eaters adore CSAs. They suppport small family farms, they bring you even closer to your food than the Whole Foods produce department does, and they generally stick it to the Monsanto.
For my CSA, I went with Rock Spring Farms, just over the border in northern Iowa. I could have upped my locavore cred (and lowered my carbon footprint) by using a closer farm. I could have gone down and worked there for a day, meeting my farmers and getting to at least second base with the very soil that nourishes me. But I didn't.
You see, Rock Spring Farms delivers very close to my home. Rock Spring Farms has online ordering, and emails me each Thursday to tell me what I'll be picking up on Friday. Rock Spring Farms takes motherfucking Paypal. Yeah, I believe in responsible eating, but I also believe in selfish convenience and my own enjoyment. I could do more, but at least I'm not eating Lunchables. So I figure that puts me at least halfway between "part of the solution" and "part of the problem". Which, as you'll see, is where I sit on most food politics.
Tomorrow's box looks like asparagus, fennel, peppermint, lettuce, radishes, and arugula. Asparagus and fennel are easy to use. Peppermint and radishes less so, especially with all the mint and radishes I haven't used from last week.
For the arugula? Maybe a beef patty, a bun, and some mustard. No ketchup. Call it the Obama Elitist Burger.