By Tea
Last Saturday I was at the farmers' market. It's winter now and the market showed it—in piles of parsnips, mounds of bright orange persimmons and satsuma, and baskets and bins filled with winter squash, root vegetables, and carrots in four different colors. There is new olive oil to sample, just weeks off the tree, nuts and beans from the fall harvest, and seasonal baked goods—stollen and fruit cake. Market goers wandered the stalls with their hands wrapped around a cup of hot spiced cider.
As I made my rounds, I stopped by the Short Night Farm
booth. I was excited to discover that they had organic lemongrass
and kaffir lime leaves. While there I noticed a quote that had been written
down and posted up on the support pole of the stall.
"Live in each season as it passes, breathe the air, drink the drink,
taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of each."
—Henry David Thoreau
Who am I to argue with Thoreau? I took his advice and stocked up on fresh apples, brilliantly colored Carnival squash, beets, parsnips, carrots, and citrus. I'll do my best to live in the season as it passes, enjoying every moment I can.
Thoreau, a Locavore? Definitely.
