| NEWS FROM MARIQUITA: A CSA Journal Kinky Carrots By Andy Griffin |
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Posted June 2,
2004: At our San Francisco farmers market stand we often
provide our customers with helpful recipes printed on slips of paper.
What the public actually does with the vegetables they purchase from
us, once they are in the privacy of their own homes, is entirely up
to them, as our most recent harvest of root crops illustrates. As spring advances and the planting schedule is translated from the little squares on my calendar to the actual rows in the field it seems I never have enough land for everything to fit. This year, rather than reduce my plantings I decided to harvest the carrots and parsnips that remained in the field, top them, bag them, and put them into storage to free up some ground. I don’t have much refrigerator space. When I saw how much product was coming out of the ground I checked in with my friend Dick Peixoto, the owner of Lakeside Organics. Lakeside has a huge cooler and, fortunately for me, it wasn’t full. Dick was gracious enough to give me some space. In went the roots. Of course not all of the carrots were straight as arrows - some were kinky, some were forked, some had ‘anatomically correct’ rootlets. This doesn’t bother me. I sell them all. Upon observing some of the more cosmetically challenged carrots in my “pack” Dick was moved to remark that during a recent carrot harvest in the Arizona desert they had had to leave behind on the dirt bins and bins worth of cull carrots. I wasn’t sure if he was being envious or critical so I rushed to tell him just who is paying cash for my weirder vegetables. The straight and narrow isn’t for everyone. Some farmers market customers are so frugal or warm-hearted that they can’t bear to see a crooked carrot get thrown away so they especially seek them out. THIS JUST IN - Their dollars are worth 100 cents, too. And then there are the consumers who dress up their carrot in underpants - their money is good, as well. I’m not lying. One shopper of mine is no chef, but she is a photographer and she likes to take funny carrots whose funny shapes make them erotically suggestive and dress them up in tiny lingerie she sews herself. Then she photographs the roots in artistic poses. Why not? Who says we have to eat every carrot we buy? Some people find more fulfillment with arts and crafts. Another customer of ours sorts through our displays of carrots
to find roots with curves and spurs suggestive of rumps and penises
and photographs them without dressing, “au natural.”
When she has enough photos she’s proud of she plans to put
on an exhibit. She’s asked me if I wouldn’t advertise
her show in the email newsletter we send out each week to our farmers
market customers. You bet I will. With any luck her show will be
banned by the authorities and then we can sue to protect our first
amendment rights. My farmers market stall will be famous. Everyone
knows that both fame and infamy help to promote a product. I sell
carrots. You folks can grow straight and narrow carrots for the
one pound cello pack, but save me the kinky ones. I’m frugal
and warm-hearted and I don’t throw anything away.
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