Okay, trying this out for the first time reminded me of a story I had long forgotten. When I was about 19 years old, I moved to southern California. I thought it would be all sorts of hippie-like, I mean, it's California! Honestly, that's definitely an incorrect assumption, most people are pretty much the same, minus the southern accent. But I wasn't the only one with a preconceived notion, people in California asked me if we still had public hanging's in Georgia. Not kidding. Everyone asked me that. But this story isn't about preconceived notions of new places. It's about the preconceived notion that our food is something we can't take into our own hands.
One day while at work I was eating cherries. I put the seeds of the cherries in my water bottle and asked a coworker if he thought I could plant them and grow a cherry tree. Not knowing anything about growing trees it was just a nonchalant question that I put very little thought into. He looked at me as if I had 6 heads, and said, "probably not". I asked him why and his response was something like, "if it were that easy, everyone would do it". Needless to say, after this conversation, he came up with a nickname for me at work. The oh so original, "granola", because apparently I was just too "hippie" even for some folks in California. (It should be noted that in an earlier conversation with this same person, I told him how I wrapped an onion around my swollen bug bitten ankle overnight and it absorbed the toxins from my body and reduced the swelling- maybe I am too much of a deep-rooted hippie)
In any case, this brought up a bigger question in my mind. Why was everyone leaving the food growing up to someone else, so much so that they didn't remember that it comes from a seed. At home, I had no land, but a large open air balcony, and I was growing all sorts of stuff on it. Pots lined the entire thing. I wish I had a photo of it, it was my favorite place, my sanctuary. This was in 2005 (OMG 10 yrs ago!) and some of what I was growing were lettuces and spinach. That year there was a huge spinach E-Coli breakout, and I remember watching the news and thinking, "well I don't have to worry about that I grow my own!" It was the first time since leaving home that I felt empowered, and proud that I had taken something so amazing as providing food for myself, into my own hands.
So I decided then, that any time I had a pit, seed, etc. I would throw it into the woods or field to at least give it an opportunity to grow if I couldn't do it on my little balcony. I became a mini Johnny Appleseed, and have been doing it ever since.
Fast forward to 2015 and I bought a book about regrowing kitchen scraps. This celery, pictured above, is my first stab at it. I only put fabric over the top because of the lovely fly epidemic I have sweeping through my house. Next I will be trying a homemade fly repellent (And I'll post about its effectiveness once I've tried it).
I almost can't believe it's working. I haven't done anything. I merely just sat it on my windowsill, replenished some of the water, once, and that's it. Here are the steps:
1) Take the celery base, and put it in the center of a jar or glass.
2) Add water, enough to cover the base.
3) Watch it grow and replenish water as needed.
If I can do it, anyone can do it. So why aren't they? There's definitely more awareness now than there was before, which is wonderful and hopefully, if you aren't currently regrowing some kitchen scraps, you will be inspired to try this!
If you have regrown them before, what have you grown?