I cannot remember as a child any time when I was taught where food came from. You could lump me with the variety of imbeciles who could not tell you that french fries were made from potatoes. This is, I believe, a direct result of an educational system which is at best worthless. All the time spent on memorizing nonsense, mathematical formulae and non essential things is absolutely astounding- but not so much when one thinks of education as a commercial enterprise (or scam) which grew for the most part in the last century. I can say that despite graduating from one of the so-called best universities in this country, I learned close to zero from attending classes. Years passed, and I began to love real food- and I remember it all starting from a two dollar tomato that tasted astounding.
All that complaint was but a prelude to the excitement of visiting my Aunt's garden out in far and away Long Island. For ten years, I had not gone out there as it had no interest for me. But over the past year or so, I have been the delightful recipient of some of her vegetables and fruits- which taste better than those at the Farmers' Market and at those higher end establishments where the price is double or triple the norm. So, I went out there as readers may remember during July 4, and happened to go there again (quite willingly, mind you) to see what new things were growing and ripe for the picking.
Of which there were many things- and all lovely.
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| a small area of the garden but such wonders |
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