Most weeks I truly look forward to the share. The joy I derive from knowing where my food comes from far outweighs the inconvenience of having to spend 30 or more minutes washing, drying, sorting, and prepping all the veggies to keep them fresh for the week.
But last week Cosmo got a terrible fever on Monday. In between trying to split Cosmo sick duty with Sam, I was working on a giant and complicated project at work that was not going smoothly. Sick baby had been keeping us up at nights, and hiring sitters to take him while we altered our work schedules was draining our mental resources and our bank account.
When Thursday rolled around, I was barely able to stand up, and the last thing I wanted to do after finally getting the kids to bed was spend another hour cleaning the kitchen and washing the veggies. To make matters worse, I had discovered last week that my kale washing technique was not nearly aggressive enough to make sure the kale was free of whatever those little grey bugs are (seriously, what ARE those things?), so I knew I was going to have to invest even more energy than usual in the process. Suddenly the logic of double-washed grocery store lettuce made perfect sense to me.
If I was Anne Lamotte, at this point, the essay would devolve into something about how this minor inconvenience made me think something semi-interesting about the nature of God. But I’m not Anne, and frankly, I was happy enough to wallow in my angry and tired thoughts. I think this is ok. I don’t need everything I care about to be a constant source of joy or a moment to ponder the mysteries. In my world, there is some real value in recognizing and dwelling in challenges as well as delights.
Today, of course, Cosmo is on amoxicillin, and I am happy that I pushed myself through the veggie prep. I’m looking at cream of spinach soup, braised chard with curry, and broccoli pasta this week, and that all sounds wonderful. So without further ado,
- Ruby Lettuce
- Butter Lettuce
Take each day as it comes.