To the Winners Go the Spoils
I’m guessing most people didn’t realize I had a contest in progress. That would be right up until now. But as of this moment the contest is over. I’ve already picked my winners.
What? Is this part of a new strategy to confuse and annoy readers? Not exactly.
Back in high school I had a brilliant (if sadistic) english teacher. Let’s call him Mr. W. Well, he would give us an unholy amount of Faulkner to read, and the next day we would have ten minutes to write everything we could about four words or phrases from the text. Things like, “Your mother is a fish” or “Caddy smelled like trees.” These were called close reading quizzes.
The contest was snuck in at the end of a recent post about Trader Joe’s. I wasn’t fishing for blog comments. Nor was I looking for people to cross promote the blog on their facebook or twitter feeds. I wanted to reward close reading. So let this be a reminder that good things come to those who read all their fussy every day.
So who are these people and what did they win?
The prize is a week of my Roxbury CSA share on what’s expected to be peak summer date. That likely means, corn, red peppers, tomatoes, and cucumbers. It’s a panzanella just waiting to happen. There is also a fruit share included with this, which doesn’t come from Roxbury, but from one of their neighboring farms.
Of course there could be another tropical storm, in which case these winners actually get nothing (or next to nothing). That’s the risk when a prize is reliant on the changing climate.
I’m really looking forward to hearing about what each of these readers will do with their share. To win, each person had to tell me why they should be chosen out of all the contestants.
Now for the winners.
The July 24 share goes to Bob W.
The July 31 share goes to Steph W. (no relation)
Congratulations to them both. In the event that these winners are unable to pick up their shares on the assigned date at the pick up location, then I will move on to alternates.
Bob W. convinced me to choose him with the following words, “I know how you abhor waste above all else. As the primary cook in my household, I share your sentiments, not that food generally has an opportunity to go bad in our house (cooking for two adults and three kids, you go through a lot of food — surprise!). My boys (3, 6 and 9) are all good veggie eaters and having some off-beat ones I normally wouldn’t get at Hannaford/Indian Ladder/the farmer’s market will force me to get creative.”
Steph W. had a similar sentiment to some other folks, but I got the feeling that if this works out she may pursue her own share in the future. She wrote, “I have never had a CSA share because I’m intimidated by just how much stuff can come in those boxes, and how I would handle cooking/using it all. It would be useful to have a one-week trial just to see what that can entail.”
Thank you to those who submitted entries. And for those who didn’t, perhaps next time you’ll pay closer attention.
Tomorrow, incidentally, will be my 1,000th post. And to celebrate, I’ll be doing the same thing I do almost every Friday night. Rotisserie chicken dinner with the family. Although maybe I will open the slightly nicer bottle of wine.