Without a doubt, Novella Carpenter has influenced me. I’ve been dreaming (literally) of chickens and a bountiful vegetable garden. This time of year, it is hard to drive to the grocery store without losing your mind from the persistent heat, so gardening is simply out of the question. Not for all Phoenix gardeners; there are the hard-core hippies who don’t mind the September sizzle. I’m over it. I absolutely am not spending another second outside in 100-plus degree heat unless it involves a fruity drink and stack of gossip magazines.
(What? She didn’t completely change me.)
Farm City encouraged me to appreciate seasonal eating buy voting with my wallet. I hit the Phoenix downtown market this morning and spent a pretty penny on a handful of late-summer treats. These will be transformed this week into several meals.
Again, thinking of my future home in the making, I would like a large chalkboard in the kitchen to write what produce is in season and the corresponding gardening dates with what’s growing outside. If I took it to crazy-land, perhaps even a list of recipes to cook during the week that coordinate the two.