Animal, Vegetable, Miracle – By Barbara Kingsolver

Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver
Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver

This autumn weekend I was shopping at Whole Foods, and passed by the vegetable section which prominently displayed asparagus. My first impulse was to pick up a bundle of asparagus and place it in my cart. I am a huge asparagus fan, and can prepare, bake, broil, grill, chop, and devour it at every meal. However my brain kicked in with full force and declared, “This time of the year is not asparagus season.” Thanks to Barbara Kingsolver and her memoir, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, I opened my way of thinking and learned the importance of avoiding vegetables and fruits that weren’t harvested in the current season and/or grown locally. You see, asparagus is a spring vegetable, and should be enjoyed that time of the year. Sigh.

In Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, Kingsolver’s enthusiasm is infectious as she and her family document a one-year experiment, procuring as much of their food as possible from neighboring farms and their own backyard. Barbara wrote the central narrative, while Steven (Kingsolver’s husband) digs deeper into various aspects of the food-production science and industry. Camille (Kingsolver’s daughter) offers a 19-year-old’s perspective on the local food project, plus nutritional information, meal plans, and recipes.

In a nutshell, the Kingsolver family:
• Moves from Arizona to the Appalachian mountains of West Virginia to live on the family farm and, as much as possible, “live off their land and livestock”;
• Stresses the importance of buying “local” and supporting local farmers and farmer markets;
• Understands that it is not so difficult to change the ways you spend your hard-earned dollars when it comes to food;
• In a “non-preachy” way, challenges each and every one of us to change our behavior when it comes to food and livestock.

Animal, Vegetable, Miracle is so much more than a lecture on seasonal eating. Kingsolver succeeds in demonstrating that it’s not merely possible but in fact preferable to eat locally and seasonally, both in terms of taste and simplicity. By keeping to the seasons of the year and to what’s available at your farmer’s market, in your garden, or in your CSA share, not only are you getting what’s freshest and tastiest, but deciding what’s for dinner is also much simpler than if you’d walked into your “local” giant superstore. After reading this book, I have avoided our local super-chain, Safeway, like the plague.

My, have times changed! Growing up on the east coast in the mid-1970s and ‘80s, I vividly remember the summer being strawberry season. We did not have the choice or ability to walk in to our local market and purchase strawberries any other time of the year. It wasn’t an option. I anxiously awaited my first bite of strawberries, Jersey corn, blueberries, and watermelon – and enjoyed these gifts from the earth all summer long. In the fall we enjoyed squash, pumpkin and apples. Yet today, we can get any fruit or vegetable from different parts of the world at any time. As Kingsolver shares, try to calculate the amount of money, genetically altered seeds, pesticides, oil, transportation, etc. it takes just to give us poor quality, out of season produce. Why not wait (I know, that is a hard concept in our world of immediate gratification) until they are in season?

So I passed up my asparagus purchase. I avoided the lovely basket of strawberries, which stated they were from Peru. Instead, I spent our dollars at a local farmer’s market purchasing tomatoes (thank god heirloom tomatoes are finally harvested and ready for sale), basil, squash (hooray for autumn squash), lettuce (wide variety this time of the year), carrots, beets, and so much more. Oh, and apples and figs during this season helps me forget how much I really miss asparagus. Well, sort of…

This article was originally published on Blogcritics by Jill Asher.

If You Knew Suzy Like I Knew…

Katherine Rosman’s book, If You Knew Suzy, has that affect on you. The affect you hope to have after you’ve spent your valuable time reading a book. Staying up late at night, exhausted, turning pages…and then YES! I know what you mean…

Rosman’s book is a memoir that covers a daughter’s journey of exploration into her mother’s life, following her mother’s death. As a Wall Street Journal reporter, Rosman puts her unique journalistic skill to the test in uncovering who her mother was as a person, beyond who she knew her to be as a mother.

And what she proves beyond any doubt is that it’s difficult for any one person to ever really know another individual.

I’ve always believed that books pick you at the right time. Just when you need a love story, here comes Sense and Sensibility. In a similar vein, If You Knew Suzy came to me…

You see, three weeks ago, my uncle passed away from cancer, the same affliction that took Suzy’s mother. My uncle was young, only 65. And he wasn’t a distant uncle. He lived in town, with my mom and stepfather, where he had been for the past, gosh, 15 years on and off? We were close. I still feel a heaviness from his absence. I still expect him to be there, when I walk through my mom’s door.

Here are some interesting factoids about my uncle: Having come of age in the 1960′s, he was associated to the Merry Pranksters. He shared great stories about Janis Joplin and told me about the time he and Jerry Garcia were so high, that the group of friends they were with dropped them off at some random apartment in San Francisco, where they proceeded to sober up over the next several days. He studied Easter Religion, he could contort his body into yoga poses teenagers would envy, he studied the I Ching and constantly flattered me that my readings were uber powerful.

He was a great man. I miss him. But like Suzy, I felt the instinct to know him better, once he had passed.

I didn’t spend the last day of his life with him; I wanted that to be reserved for my cousin, his daughter, and my mother, his sister. But I spent a good deal of time with him over the last month of his life, up until two days before his death. I sat with him, those last days, with a thousand questions at the tip of my tongue. Suddenly, the time we had spent together, my entire life, didn’t seem enough. I felt ashamed. How close are we really?

All of us…how close are we?

How much do we know about each other? The important things, not just the stories like Janis Joplin and Jerry Garcia. When I die, I want people to know me….really know me. But I have to admit that while I sat there with my uncle on his last days, I felt uncomfortable. A thousand questions at the tip of my tongue, and I felt too uncomfortable to ask a single one.

I applaud Suzy for further exploring a relationship of closeness. Knowing myself, knowing how much I love the people closest to me, I realize these people I love…they only know a portion of who I know myself to be. And more than anything, when I am gone, what I would most want is to be known.

Isn’t that what we all want?

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Disclosure: I received a free copy of this book as part of the From Left to Write book club. – The Twitter hashtag for the From Left to Write book club is #left2write. Follow From Left to Write at @fromleft2write.