Want to eat more greens? Hate to waste food? Need a way to keep track of time? Subscribe to a local farmer’s farm box — as we do (The Back Forty Farm) — and all of the above will be resolved. Could it really be Wednesday again? Quick! Open the fridge, get some water boiling, find the sharp knife, extract a large bowl for a little washing, cut some garlic (good in everything), chop the bok choy, the tatsoi, the red and green mustards, cover the pot for a minute, sprinkle some tumeric and voila: lunch and a snack-before-the-Chanukah/latkes-party-before-Thanksgiving. Life is good. But you have to have the greens in your fridge. And you have to eat them. This week’s offering came with beets.
In the middle of my seasonal struggle with sneezing — and dead-end experiences with things like Benedryl (I want to kill someone when I wake up) — I read a long profile of Czech tennis player Novak Djokovic in The New Yorker when he described his experience with reflexology to fight lethargy. It sounded like what I did a few years ago with Tassie Hargrove, a nutritionist in town, when I needed defenses against chlorine. It’s very bizarre. I would put my right arm straight up and out while she would hold a vial of a variety of things in chlorine against my chest. With her other hand she would press my arm from above. If my arm weakened it meant I had an allergy to what was in the vial. She calls this contact reflex analysis. For Djokovic the offender was wheat. For me, this time around, it is bahia grass, English plantain and ragweed, all pollens, all living very happily at my West Boundary Street garden. Then there were the molds: candida albicans, alternaria tenuis, trichophytan violaceum and trichoderma viride.
With this information she mixed up a potion, probably a little of all the above, in a liquid form. Now I squirt a little under my tongue three times a day.
I think it’s helping. I’m not sneezing as much and I no longer want to kill anyone.