An old college chum of Dan’s tied the knot last Sunday, so out of town we went, again, to spend the weekend wandering the Chicago city streets. Chicago is a great city for food, with a fantastic farmers’ market and a nice smattering of farm-to-table spots ranging from pricey to affordable and welcoming. Our schedule didn’t permit it this time, but during our visit last fall, we had a spectacular meal at the bar at Wicker Park’s BYO . It was the highlight of the trip.
This time, the highlight of the trip had nothing at all to do with Chicago, and instead came delivered in an electronic missive from far off. On Saturday morning, I downloaded an email containing some of my favorite words to hear at the beginning of summer: We are eagerly preparing for the start of this season’s distribution.
That’s right, we’re just two weeks away from the first distribution at my local CSA, .
That first email from the farm is a sign that the summer season has begun. So, despite the meteorologically depressing conditions — I was tempted to turn the heat on this morning, it’s that bad — the promise of bales of tender, sweet lettuce and plump baby turnips awaits. Bring it on!