There are some things money just can’t buy.
Love. Happiness.
And a big black trash bag full of fresh mustard greens.
Love, we all know about.
Greens, not so much.
Of course, you can buy
greens, but as I was blanching the towering pile of greens on my counter to
freeze today, I realized I could never have bought these particular greens.
True: you can buy greens in the produce section of the grocery
store. Lettuce, definitely. Kale, maybe. Collards, even. But probably not
mustard greens.
You might be able to get them at natural food store, Whole Foods maybe, on a good day, or the local
natural foods store. And if you’re lucky enough to have a fabulous farmer’s market
like mine, you’ll be able to get them there as well. Or, you could grow them
yourself But if you want a whole big black trash bag full of them, you’d have
to have a lot of space in the garden.
Like Frances.
Last week, I was at the Callaway Community Cannery, a place
that’s been open since 1945 for local folks in Franklin County, Va. to can
their greens – along with their tomatoes, applesauce, venison, beef, you name
it. I’d already been told that people there share their bounty with one
another, and they share the work of preserving it. If you finish cutting up
your potatoes and you’re waiting for your soup to be finished before you pack
it into jars and place it in the ginormous pressure canner, you go over and
help the 90-year-old gentleman who is smashing up his apples in the strainer
and packing it into his jars. You swap recipes with your neighbor, and share
advice about tin cans vs mason jars. You let your friend know when you’re
slaughtering the pigs, and offer her a ham. I overheard all these transactions
the day I visited the cannery.
Frances and her friend, Shirley, were there canning greens,
and when she heard I loved greens she said, “Come with me.” Then she took me
out to her car, where I saw more greens in one place than I think I’ve ever
seen. There was the big black trash bag, along with those black speckled pots –
enormous ones -- full of cooked greens ready to can. Frances cans a lot, and besides
the greens, she’d brought chickens to can the day I saw her. She gives more
than half of her canned goods away to neighbors who don’t have easy access to
fresh food. She is one giving person.
In fact, when she found out I wouldn’t be able to come by
and see her garden and get some fresh greens straight from the source (I’d told
her I was envious of a garden that could grow that many greens) she gave some
of those greens from the back of her car, stuffing a quart jar full of the
cooked ones, and cramming fresh ones into a re-usable shopping bag I had in my
car.
These are the sweetest, tenderest greens I’ve ever eaten. Thank
you Frances.
Money can’t buy that kinda greens. And it can’t buy this
kind of community.