Loading up on colorful organic produce at the community center near my apartment feels sort of like Christmas every single week. Plus I'm eating tons more vegetables, and I seem to have inadvertently lost a couple of pounds (or so my friends have pointed out). The CSA Diet doesn't sound quite as sexy as the South Beach Diet, but maybe there's something to it: trimming down while saving small farms into the bargain. (Hollywood screenwriters and super-agents, you know where to find me....)
But just like the holidays, I'd be lying if I didn't admit there's some anxiety involved. I find myself planning my life around my CSA's Tuesday night vegetable-pickup hours. Two nights ago, I sped from midtown Manhattan to downtown, picked up my vegetables, walked home in 98-degree weather to put them in the fridge, then cleaned up and went back uptown for a party.