This year’s CSA started Monday with a first week loaded with lettuce (baskets and baskets of lettuce!)… there was so much lettuce, in fact, that our farmers were giving it away, as much as you could take, whether or not you have the larger, family-sized share (we don’t). It was hard for my frugal heart to take only two heads (even in addition to the kale, pokeweed, catnip, etc.), but it was easier when I unpacked our bags at home and tried to figure out how two of us would eat so many greens before they wilt. It almost goes without saying that we’ve been eating salads ever since. Salads with goat cheese and pesto, salads with a hodge podge of vegetables or fresh strawberries (from our other farmer!) and salads like this triple berry one we had tonight. At its heart, this is a simple combination, but the shallots and walnuts add a more complex, savory note that reminds me of Thanksgiving, and then the whole thing gets kicked up even further with the cayenne-honey oil/vinegar on top.
It’s not hard to like pictures of plates piled high with lettuce and berries, but between you and me it’s that last one that I like best, just above, because it’s got Tim in it, and I’m so thankful for every bit of life I have with him in it, from our late nights in the kitchen with YouTube music videos playing to our early nights at the table with salads we’ve just prepped side by side. He’s not perfect, I’m not perfect, and being married to each other means rubbing up against each other’s imperfections all the time, but, man, the rewards of love outweigh the risks. I was thinking tonight how he is probably the only person I’ve ever known in my entire life who lets me challenge him, and I don’t mean with soft questions, about everything from nutrition to sanctification to how to manage stocks, and he doesn’t run away or go anywhere when I’m pushing something I want to understand; he doesn’t hold it against me or get mad; instead, he keeps talking and stays to work it out. It still surprises me I’m married to him. It surprises me I know him. I can’t think of any explanation for it but the loving hand of Providence giving a good gift.