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CSA Guilt Is Real, You Are Not Alone

Last spring my boyfriend and I moved in together, got a dog, and signed up for a CSA. The cohabitation part was a breeze compared to bouncing between apartments and telling my co-workers I was just really into the men’s dress shirt look. The dog was a bigger challenge, but this is not a website about dogs, so let’s talk about that CSA.

First I should make clear that there’s no problem more first-world than a CSA problem. Fresh vegetables are in abundance every week in your fridge. You’re supporting a local farm. Maybe your membership offsets the cost for people who can’t pay as much for their share. Overall, being part of a CSA is a Very Good Thing.

Okay, but the CSA guilt is real.

My boyfriend and I signed up in February, when good produce seemed as fantastical as the tooth fairy. Like everything I like to complain about, it was his idea. Two months later, our first haul arrived: carrots, garlic scapes, and… four types of greens. “This is a light week,” my boyfriend said, and that’s when I realized we’d made a serious mistake.

At first it was a fun Top Chef challenge to use the whole CSA each week. Two heads of romaine? I made croutons and a mean Caesar dressing. Three bunches of kale? Cook them low and slow and they basically disappear. Four pounds of radishes? You. Can. Pickle. Anything. Five ears of corn? Time for another barbecue!

But the CSA has robbed me of a few things I love. Like spontaneous cooking. Some nights I just want to make a giant batch of baba ganoush, grill some pita, and call it dinner. But we never seem to get enough eggplant, so instead I’m Googling “arugula iceberg Bibb recipe” while stress-eating …read more

Source:: Bon Appetit