Joining the right CSA is as important as politics to the Sexy Mother Foodie. No—it actually is politics to her, because joining that right CSA is a statement on where her “food dollars” are actually going, thus allowing her to use the term, “food dollars.” Plus, it will be the source of most images on her blog for the following six months, so she kinda needs to get it right. Most importantly, the CSA season is about to start, so consider this your call to action.
The CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) is a wondrous thing: mere mortals living in first ring suburbs get to pre-purchase an entire season of local produce with no promises and no expectations given. In a traditional farm share, members receive a certain percentage of the total crop. More likely today, you’ll get a nice discount on what didn’t sell at last Saturday’s greenmarket. No matter. Food dollars…
But each CSA has a distinct personality, and Sexy Mother Foodies are mindful of that.
So start googling. See if anyone tweeted the minutes from the last mandatory meeting. Get a sense of who belongs. How do you imagine members would react if you said something like, “recycling is just such a sham.” Is there a ceiling on the amount of dandelion greens per season? Does everyone really need to do a work shift?
But let this be a call to all foodies—Sexy Mother or not. Either plan for your summer and autumnal produce or risk standing in line to find out that the blue eggs and red, red rhubarb sold out at 6:57 this morning.
One more thing…