The Farmer’s Daughter

November 17th, 2009

I’m trying to reduce my carbon footprint by buying locally grown produce. I grew up eating tomatoes my grandfather grew, rhubarb from the backyard, corn fresh from the farm, cucumbers straight off the vine. When I left for the big city, supermarkets became my farm, and I got used to apples from New Zealand or edamame from China. Now we’ve come full circle, and I subscribe to a local farm co-op that delivers a bag of fresh vegetables every week. Unfortunately, my life with vegetables resembles the “I Love Lucy” episode in the candy factory. I’m cooking as fast as I can, but I just can’t keep up with the supply. Toward the end of the week, I get frantic and start throwing everything into a massive stir fry just to use it up. Not to mention that I often don’t recognize what comes in my bag. Napa Cabbage? Never heard of it in Kentucky. Those chiles — are they mild or hot? Evidently they’re hot, because I rubbed my nose after handling and chopping them, and now it’s on fire. Really–my nose has gone to Hell! Can you hear me scream from there? I know it’s important to go green, but (please don’t despise me!) I hate LED lights (the twinkle lights on my porch are magical), those curly light bulbs (you can’t dim or 3-way them), pleather shoes (don’t take my Fryes away), reading the paper online (I want ink on my fingers) and stainless steel water bottles (I feel like I’m using a WWI canteen). It’s like going green means being on a perpetual diet — yeah, it’s good for you, but so is Pete Seeger and sometimes I want a little rock and roll. But if I have to be on a green diet, I would love to see big business voluntarily reduce their carbon footprint or Japan give up slaughtering whales or Massey Coal just say no to mountaintop removal in Appalachia. But no, we little people press on — composting in our backyards, recycling our magazines, eating grass-fed beef or going vegan, while the biggest offenders on the planet continue their greedy, grasping way of life and our elected officials take money from their lobbyists. How about a peaceful, powerful revolution?

4 Responses to “The Farmer’s Daughter”

  1. anna maria says:

    Right on!

  2. V-Grrrl @ Compost Studios says:


    I have the energy efficient appliances and the lightbulbs that look like pigs' tails. I abhor the LED holiday lights which look like they belong in the public lounge of a psychiatric hospital at Christmas.

    My husband would love to see the whole family huddled around a single 40 watt bulb during the winter, but when he's not here, I dare to keep lights on in the rooms adjacent to the one I'm in. I *need* the light in winter to keep from crouching on ledges like a suicidal gargoyle.

    We recycle, except when I'm not in the mood to clean yogurt cups, cream cheese tubs, peanutbutter jars, and other vaguely gross and greasy containers before disposal. Then I hide them in the trash so my husband (the self-righteous recycler) won't see them.

    Like you, I want to be the type of person who *only* buys locally grown but I've resisted the organic food coops because cooking is already a pain in the ass and I can't deal with the guilt of Wasting Food I Have No Effin Idea What to Do With. I do, however, try to buy locally and at the supermarket and only buy U.S. produce.

    So yeah, I'm willing to make some changes but would love to see industries do more than PR opps.

  3. Ananoberto says:

    Walks, podcasts, oaematl, going out to dinner, getting off the internet (anything with a screen, really) all things that are part of my taking care list too. I love this time of year too, despite the fact that it sometimes feels a bit shadowed by exams, research projects, and work. Grateful for it all though, it’s easy to when doing like you say taking care through it all. Being alive and tasting it all along the way is so worth it. Happy Holidays to you, lovely lady.

  4. nikki says:

    and to you too!

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