CSA V. NYC
by Marian Allen
“The community should support agriculture, but we’re not a community. We’re just two people! What are we supposed to do with this?” Lisa held a gallon plastic bag of lettuce in each hand and could only stare at the red, elephant-eared stalks that were left in the box.
Oliver patted her condescendingly. “Next year we’ll have our own garden and we can grow what we want. Meanwhile, we get creative with whatever comes in the CSA box from current local growers.
“But there must be twenty pounds of rhubarb here! What can I do with twenty pounds of rhubarb?”
“Look around! There’s probably a cookbook in the attic or something.”
Lisa looked around and, sure enough, she found the answer to her question.
What could you do with twenty pounds of rhubarb?
You could chop the stalks up, put them with an equal measure of sugar into a saucepan, and cook it, stirring frequently, until the stalks softened into a sweet-tart sauce, and pour it over pancakes, toast, or ice cream.
You could chop the stalks, mix them with sliced strawberries, sugar, lemon juice, and flour, put it in a pie shell, and bake a delicious pie.
You could chop the leaves, serve it to your husband as a salad, claim you had no idea the leaves were toxic, collect the insurance, sell the farm, and move back to town.
That’s what you could do with twenty pounds of rhubarb.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Two people disagree on major life choices.