I packed 64 boxes for our CSA today. Lined up like expectant mouths, the boxes engulfed the hundreds of pounds of dew-laden vegetables coming out of the morning field. There is something instinctually gratifying about packing dozens of boxes full of beautiful things, knowing that some stranger is going to open that present and take it home.
It’s like playing Santa, filing boxes full of lush leaves and bountiful bobbles headed for who knows what table in what kitchen. For some meal in a neighbors house, our kohlrabi the centerpiece of someone’s dinner conversation.
CSA presents an opportunity to gift people with good food, straight from field to counter-top, radicalizing its participants through direct action along the way.
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