Res ipsa loquitur

This year, for the first time, I've got a CSA subscription. Once a week I get a box from a farm out in the county somewhere, full of whatever's growing. Which, this early in a very rainy summer, isn't much, but it's still kind of a thrill.

Today's box contained:

1. mixed salad greens
   
2. red and green lettuce
   
3. a little bundle of parsley
   
4. garlic scapes (yeah, your guess is as good as mine -- I'm going to put them in a stir-fry tomorrow)
   
5. sugar-snap peas (likewise destined for a stir-fry)
   
6. more radishes (I am not a radish convert yet -- I think they taste like mustard and dirt -- but if you slice them thin enough, they don't taste too offensive, and I have to admit they look very pretty in a salad)
   
7. small turnips with greens (not sure what I'm going to do with the turnips, but I'm going to eat all the greens myself and I'm not even apologizing for it)

Tonight we had a salad with the greens, the radishes, some really good cheese, some ham, some chives from the farmer's market, and some out-of-season cucumbers from the grocery store. I felt a warm glow of virtue, which I'm now going to destroy by finishing my day with Oreos.

We get eggs every other week, and starting next week, we'll also have meat. We'll have too much meat; we eat meat in pretty small quantities when we eat it at all, so I'm not sure what I'm going to do with a box of what the Table Talk people used to call Montessori-raised livestock, but for years I've been saying I'd pay more for someone to raise my food in a way that didn't resemble the assembly line at an auto plant, so now I have the chance to put my money where my mouth is.