I discover the carrot
Since we were kids, The Wife and I purchased bags of carrots sold at Dominick’s or Jewel, usually three or so one-pound bags for about a buck, which seemed a good deal, but now I see I was hardly conscious of what I bought or ate though I always did eat a lot of carrots. I knew the plastic bags with thin orange lines were designed to beguile me into thinking the contents more lively than they actually were, and yet I believed them good enough…but perhaps they were not.
Last Saturday, after a week with Pollan’s
The Omnivore’s Dilemma, I found myself intrigued by the thought of consuming a taproot not petroleum-fed and ferried from thousands of miles away. I bought a pound and half from Sandhill, vendors at the Oak Park Farmer’s Market, for $2.75 – much more by a lot than what I usually spend on carrots.
Was it worth it?
Well, the carrots, most amazingly, were soft to the touch, almost bendable though not quite, and with an inner strength, actual existences, still living things of the earth and not manufactured components of a diet. Biting into one, unshaven and uncut as though pulled cleanly from a field, I was gladly surprised to see moisture beading up on the severed xylem and phloem, each bite yielding a deep sweetness and long-lasting mineral aftertaste that I found quite appealing.
The price is high...but then again, at The Vic last Friday for the Dresden Dolls concert, I paid about 11 dollars for a double shot of Dewar’s. Perhaps one should be more careful in the husbanding of one’s appetites.
So, yes, it was.
Hammond
"Don't you ever underestimate the power of a female." Bootsy Collins