The Homespun Foodie’s week in review, Oct 19–25
Sometimes I wonder what it is like to live outside of the seasons. Flavorless tomatoes in December, short sleeves in January, cherries from half a world away in February.
I imagine that it must be a tedious, bleak sort of existence to be dependent upon climate controlled rooms and transport-hardy foods. Dare I say it? Perhaps it is a shallow, dissatisfying way to live, this life protected from the seasons. Perhaps this is why so many try to find happiness in the shops, instead of closer to home.
Sure, there are the commercial seasons. Pumpkin spice season, shopping season, tax sale season, vacation season, and back-to-school season. The true seasons — autumn, winter, spring, and summer — have been taken from us, like so many things, so that they can be repackaged and sold back to us.
Sold back in a less satisfying and life affirming way. Sold back so that the billionaires can profit off the seasons that were once our birthright as simple animals on this earth.
Jenny Wren 