First, I unload the box on the kitchen island. I let out a small shriek so as not to scare the kids. Next, I breathe heavily into a brown bag. I line up all the veggies and talk to them. I welcome them to my humble home and thank them profusely for feeling so comfortable in their own skins that they don't mind having some group photos taken. Sometimes a few of them get pushy, like the Cubanelle peppers like to dominate or the Zahara eggplants (the little guys in front) have a Napoleon Complex. I always say, "Why can't we all just get along?" And then they do. Somehow they work it out because they know their time is very limited on this island.
|The poor beets didn't know how to squeeze in|
|Standing at attention. (I know they are all sighing though.)|
|Once the photo shoot gets going, everyone lightens up|
|Then it's time for a group hug|
|But then some wiseguy pulls a fast one|
|Then the hardcore work begins|
|What big ears you have!|
What's your CSA process? Do you have any special tips you'd like to share? Am I the only one freaking out?
PS. My mom thinks I have way too much time on my hands but really it's just toilet cleaning avoidance.