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the
satisfaction and pleasure of giving away vegetables
Grabov
Rat : my first vegetables
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of Aug. 7, 2007
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It
took a long time before I understood the satisfaction of giving
away vegetables, but the pleasure of harvesting them I acquired
immediately. A good visit to Grandma and Grandpa's was one on a
day he hadn't already harvested. On these occasions I could barely
wait for Grandpa to hand me a basket and dispatch me to the garden
to start the picking. Alone was best - when Grandpa came along, he
would invariably browbeat me about some fault in my technique, so
i made sure to get out there before he finished small-talking with
Mom. Ripe vegetables were magic to me. Unharvested, the garden
bristled with possibility. I would quicken at the sight of a ripe
tomato, sounding its redness from deep amidst the undifferentiated
green. To lift a bean plant's hood of heart-shaped leaves and
discover a clutch of long slender pods hanging underneath could
make me catch my breath. Cradling the globe of a cantaloupe warmed
in the sun, or pulling orange spears straight from his sandy soil
- these were the keenest of pleasures, and even today in the
garden they're accessible to me, dulled only slightly by
familiarity.
At
the time this pleasure had nothing to do with eating. I didn't
like vegetables any better than most kids do (tomatoes I
considered disgusting, acceptable only in the form of ketchup),
yet there it was: the vegetable sublime. [...] The vegetable
garden in summer made an enchanted landscape, mined with hidden
surprises, dabs of unexpected color and unlikely forms that my
grandfather had taught me to regard as treasures.
Michael
Pollan: Second nature, A gardener's education, Grove
Press, New York, 1991. |
The
satisfaction and pleasure of giving away vegetables I acquired
immediately. Namely, when I announced that I would start a vegetable
garden in the beginning of July this year ( I couldn’t earlier as I was
few thousand miles apart), the natives here laughed at me. In this
climate, they said, something like this is out of the question after April
or early May. As an experiment (still paying due respect to the natives),
I put a 75% shade cloth over one of my framed beds, aimed for a vegetable
garden, and I sowed five varieties of leaf-salad, plus Swiss chard,
parsley, cilantro and basil. Five weeks later I distributed packages of my
salads and herbs to my critics. To their wives, actually, which is more
effective.
Interestingly
enough, vegetable gardening is not a venerable topic of The Mediterranean
Gardening Society. When I typed "vegetables" in the search box
of the society’s website, I got 21 hits covering 49 issues of the
society’s journal, The Mediterranean Garden. However, 11 of those
referred to "vegetation", not "vegetables". And when
vegetables are mentioned, it is quite clinically, like "not a ‘second-best’
to a flower garden, but rather an age-old intrinsic physical and cultural
part of Mediterranean life" [No.46, Oct. 2006].
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