I talked with a food writer for the Washington Post a few weeks ago. She was writing a wrap-up piece on her CSA experience and wanted input from others who had participated in a farm share. We talked for a good 20 minutes, all about my experience with Misty Meadows Farm. I described how it had changed my cooking style, helped me get more into rhythm with what nature is providing, made me more creative in menu planning. I talked about how much I loved the week I got tons of basil for pesto, how the sweet potatoes tasted unlike anything I’d ever bought from a store. I said receiving my share each week was like a cross between trick-or-treating and Christmas. And when she asked about the drawbacks, I made a joke about hating beets.
Never make a joke to a journalist.
Out of our entire conversation, she quoted me on hating beets, but eating them out of guilt (which seemed a lot funnier when I blogged about it this summer). She also used me as the poster child for waste. She had asked if I ever had to throw anything away, commiserating that it was hard to go through so much food in a week. I reluctantly admitted that some weeks I didn’t get to use everything, and felt really bad when I did — after all, when you know the people who grow your food it makes you look at waste differently. We try never to waste, I told her, but especially with our farm share. We went to great lengths to use things up, even cooking the beet greens. None of that made it into the article. From now on, I’m “Dana McMahan, a CSA member in Louisville who said ‘the guilt factor was pretty big.’ “(She was loose in her transcribing of my quote.)
I understand she needed to let readers know there are many factors to consider in committing to a CSA. I just wish that my 95% positive review of the experience hadn’t come through as a negative one. She also asked if I’d do it again next year. Since she didn’t quote me on that, I’ll quote myself.
Absolutely. I already miss my weekly share.