Each week (or two) I am breaking down my creed, line, by line. Phrase by phrase. This is my manifesto- that I learned to live by to heal from an incurable disease and that I turned into this here sweet health loving inspiration I offer you. I will tell you what the creed means to me, I hope you will share what it means to you!
Flirt With Farmers (today’s tweetable!)
That’s John. He’s a farmer. I might love him. He definitely loves me. Told me so. He runs the farm that feeds us on our retreats in St. Lucia and declared his love for me, and desire to come back to Toronto with me and marry me- which prompted my mom, who was on that retreat, to chime in with “Meghan’s been a rasta magnet since she was 12″. Thanks mom.
In all seriousness (cause flirting with farmers is a serious matter), I first developed a thing for the green thumbed, bio-dynamically inspired man in the summer of 2007. I was on a break from nutrition school and was up at my cottage when my mom and I ventured to the local farmer’s market where, in the span of 25 seconds, I fell in love with a 19 year old farmer. What won me over? He told me supermarket carrots were like sticks of wood and there is nothing better than a fresh from the earth, biodynamic carrot. Any man who even eats carrots already has me won over, but this one- I was ready to pack it in and move my life to this young chap’s family off the grid farm.
That of course didn’t happen, but I did get some carrots. My image of farmers now, is very different than before. I always pictured big fat guys in overalls and plaid shirts. Turns out those tend to be the guys, who run their farm as a full on mechanized business, growing food for horrible companies like ConAgra. The farmers that win my heart have muddy hands. They have a glow from all those leafy greens and time spent outdoors. The appreciate a great salad, or even a fresh cut of meat from their land. They understand that it is about quality, not quantity. They want to know their customers and their customers want to know them.
These are the farmers that get me to the markets all year long. These are the farmers who want to tell you all about their newest heirloom tomatoes, or why this type of apple is better than that. They’ll tell you how to pick a ripe watermelon, and just to prove it, they’ll pull a knife from their back pocket and slice into one right then and there.
These farmers, men and women, are hot to trot. They are conscious and engaged and they care. And if anyone in the whole world (aside from your friends and lovers) are worth flirting with, it is your local farmers. So go on. Flirt with farmers.
And if I weren’t newly engaged to this dashing nutritionist, I would have a profile up on the website dateafarmer.com (I’d have to invent that site first though). I heart farmers!
These are some of my fave local Toronto farmers and CSA’s:
- Daniel Hoffman of The Cutting Veg (and our Superhero)
- Jessie Sosnicki of Sosnicki Organics
- Ran Goel of Fresh City Farms
Today is the day. Make it ridiculously awesometown. Eat fruit, lots of cherries, while thinking good thoughts. Love what you do, and do it with love. Smile at strangers. Be youthful, truthful, playful and funful. Laugh at the ridiculousness of seriousness. Ride bicycles covered in flowers. Sit through the storms, for the sunshine and rainbows will follow. Eat real food. Flirt with farmers.
Question of the day: Do you flirt with farmers?