Being a member of a CSA is a little like being invited to a stranger’s house for dinner and then being told that you have to cook it with whatever they have on hand. Since you never know for sure what you’re going to get it’s hard to know what you’re going to make. That can be both a curse (Goody! Kale and 50 pounds of tomatoes again…) or a blessing – as it was in this case. Read more »