It’s the small details, those things that you take for granted, that seem so commonplace place, that you never think about where is comes from, but yet you put inside your body, use everyday in every meal, everywhere, so ubiquitous that you don’t even consider the source. Today’s eye opener is about garlic- where it comes from and why the self life is so long- why all the garlic cloves look exactly the same, why all the pockets of hidden garlic cloves are the same color and same shape and same size. These manufactured monsters seem more like robots than food. I have never consider the fact that all the garlic I eat and all the garlic I handle comes from China, from the other side of the globe, with a shelf life that is so long that the bulbs do not have to be date. Yet here we are, in the middle of cold America, trying to call ourselves as local as we can be, but we cannot even manage to keep an easy crop like garlic on hand. It looks like the garden is going to get a new addition this year.
I sort through the ruby red jewels, the tiny gems left from the great last garden heist. The wonderland of tomatoes is just about depleted, just about wrinkled up, ready to wink out of existence. There are still a few more catches to be had, then back to the grocery store to get tomatoes from Mexico, tomatoes in a can, tomato paste in a tube.
Late ripening heirloom tomatoes are the trend in the 7th inning stretch in the Chicago summer. The secrets of their jeweled inside hang seductively like hidden chandeliers.
We are uncertain if the good times are over, or if the weather might swing back into a good mood before the long hibernation ahead.