If You Come to My House, I Will Make You Take a Pepper Home

I recently joined a local produce co-op.  I give a woman ten dollars and then she gives me a basket of fruits and vegetables.

I mean, this looks manageable, right?

Then I unpack it.  And yikes!

I mean, it is awesome.  There are two baskets of raspberries, a basket of strawberries, a basket of mushrooms, four peppers, four tomatoes, two broccoli crowns, two heads of romaine lettuce, six peaches, five cucumbers, three giant carrots, and three ears of corn.  But besides being awesome, YIKES.  How does this woman expect me to eat FIVE cucumbers in one week?  (Because next week, I give her another ten dollars and she gives me another basket of this stuff.)

I’ve started becoming a produce pusher.  I’m showing up playgroup with a bag of peppers and shoving them at people.  “HERE,” I say, in an overly friendly voice, “TAKE THESE.  WE’LL NEVER FINISH THEM ALL OURSELVES.”  If Elizabeth asks for a snack, I am like “how about a whole cucumber?  I’ll peel it, you can eat it like an ice cream cone!”

The main problem with the excess of fruits and vegetables is that I am really the only one who will eat most of them.  Elizabeth is in her picky toddler phase and has even been refusing peaches lately.  Matt doesn’t like most vegetables and all fruits.  (He did admit yesterday, when pressed, that he might be willing to eat an occasional cucumber.  Me: “THANK GOODNESS, I HAVE FIVE.”)

“But, Jen,” you say, “why join a co-op and get all this produce if you are pretty much the only one that eats it?”  Good question, internets!  Because I was spending at least $10 on the stuff I was buying from the store anyway, we get a bunch more this way, and I still harbor the (probably foolish) hope that someday Matt and Elizabeth will be all like “do you know what I need?  A tomato!”