Each week it’s like Christmas. I walk the three blocks from my dorm room to the pick-up location, and there waiting for me is a beautiful white box labeled ‘vegetables’ bursting with just that: freshly harvested, dirty, organic vegetables, smelling freshly of earth.

This fall is my first season as part of a CSA. CSA stands for Community Supported Agriculture, which makes me one of a group of people in my area who have committed to receiving produce from a small co-op of farms located about 100 miles away from me in Lancaster, PA.

At this time of year, I get anything as normal as red-leaf lettuce or cauliflower or as strange as celery root, French breakfast radishes or