Every summer since i was little my family has been growing tomatoes on our roof deck on our house on Fire Island. I don't much care for tomatoes but the way that my family describes them, they sounds amazing. We also grow Blueberries, Roses, Sage, Chives Basil and depending on what type of seed we buy, either Radishes or peppers. This year we grew peppers. So instead of eating the sprouts that i did grow, and had been eating all summer, but eventually started to rot, i decided to eat one of the peppers we grew.
They were sort of spicy, but mainly just tasted like a not so spicy jalapeno. The fact that i grew them didn't mean much to me, although i was born and raised in the city. I still did spend summers on Fire Island. Although i will admit that it is nothing like living on a farm, it still gives you the same feeling that you need to pay attention to them and make sure they get sun and water and that no little Caterpillar is going to come and attack the plant. For me, growing this plant feels wholesome. I feel like i did achieve something, but it isn't something that means the world to me, it is just a small achievement. When people start to come over to my house and eat the food that i have grown and say "Oh my god Sam, this is amazing!" and i get to say "Well i grew it." It is all about the satisfaction of other people seeing what you have done and then saying to you that they approve of what you did and therefore are proud of you. Although most people say that they do it for their own satisfaction, there is always a long term goal to please the people around them so they look more fondly and compliment you more. It makes me feel that i did something right, to be able to put this picture up of something I grew. It is something sacred between the person and what they grew, and if its good, then the whole world gets to be a part of it. Thats how i view my own food at least.
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