How’d we get here? It all started in 2008, after I’ve just met this really cute guy who ends up being the Stubborn Boy (SB from here-on-out). We’re just getting to know each other and he basically insists that I read this amazing book The Omnivore’s Dilemma, by Michael Pollen. Which I do read, which makes me so completely aghast at the industrial food system in America that I become completely horrified and decide it’s time to learn to garden. Bonus: Stubborn Boy has access to a garden, so I’m ~totally~ onboard with this guy. Hahaha.
That summer, I eat my first “Fresh Out Of The Garden Tomato”, and I just about lost my mind. It was ridiculously delicious. It was a pink tomato, the large kind and full of juice, and it smelled almost flowery. I put a sprinkle of salt on it, and that was that. Once I recovered from my pleasurable-food-induced coma, I started thinking: If a garden tomato can taste THAT good, what would a carrot taste like? Or a potato ? Or a cucumber?
And that was that. A man, a book and a tomato changed my life forever. Those first years, I didn’t really know what I was doing. I carried around gardening books and graph paper, drawing out perfect garden plans. I skipped going to the beach to play in the dirt and harvest pole beans. I ate ~hundreds~ of tomatoes with fresh basil, olive oil, flaky salt and fresh mozzerella cheese, and I dreamed of a day when my garden could be bigger than 60 square feet. Those first years, SB built a wooden structure over the raised garden bed, with 2x4s and a sheet of clear plastic to cover it, and it had a little pitched roof and it felt like I was sneaking away to my own little private chapel.
The year that we realized would be our last with that garden, I was deeply upset until SB said “Well, now we can go get our own place, and you can ~have~ your garden, as big as you want.”
“And bees,” I said.
“Sure, and bees,” he replied.
“And Ducks.” Me.
Me again, “And Goats. And a big oven to make bread. OOOH, and maybe an orchard, so we can start making our own cider…”
… (this is the crickets chirping as he looked at me like I was a lunatic…)
And that, my friends, is how it all started. Until next time,