About ten years ago, I got a phone call from a member who was in tears. A little alarmed, I listened as she told me she steamed the potatoes she had just picked up in her harvest share. After the first bite, she was in her grandfathers garden. She was surrounded by his presence and all the wonderful fond memories of him and had not stopped crying until she explained all this to me.
I have always said, being a part of Eatwell Farm is like walking around you grandfather’s garden with a box, as he picks and loads it with with fresh, earth covered, delicious, ripe veggies. So this lady sharing her experience was a dream come true for me.