
My Harvest, uploaded by amybaeder.
I think a lot about food in a time where people shouldn’t have to obsess about it because it is everywhere, anytime, and in just about any form one can imagine. Maybe that’s why I think about it so much. I wonder where food comes from, what it tastes like, when it will go bad, who grew it, when I will make it, if we have enough of it at home, and when I will eat it. I enjoy reading books and articles about where our food comes from because it is something that impacts everyone everyday. I’ve read Super Size Me, Chew on This, Fast Food Nation, Botany of Desire, and The Omnivore’s Dilemma, which have all influenced my views on food, especially industrially-grown food. I’m not a vegetarian yet, but I am definitely interested in locally-grown, sustainable food.
The picture on this page is from my garden–two 4′X6′ beds with peppers, squash, tomatoes, chives, broccoli, carrots, chard, and beans in them. I also have lavender, mint, basil, and rosemary (as well as completely unsuccessful eggplant and lettuce). We have eaten just a few meals from my harvests, but I feel completely connected to my food as a result of having tended these plants since, in some cases, March. Sometimes it’s a little scary for me to eat veggies that I know has been in my yard because I know there is construction dust, exhaust, stray cats, and a resident slug around my food. These are the least of a consumer’s worries, but it’s easier to not know about where our food comes from and to think that it magically appears in our grocery stores than to think of our food as part of an ecosystem.
I know that I will continue to grow my own food as long as I can for this first reason: a connection to my food, an appreciation for how much work goes into growing, say, a carrot, and knowledge of where my food has been.