The seasonal dilemma.

It’s hard to get used to the idea of seasons, as in “seasonal vegetables”. What the hell is that? I want my banana any damn time of the year and my tomato and my cucumber and my juicy, juicy watermelon. Having been spoiled by my neighborhood bodegas back in Brooklyn, I’ve been craving for things that I can’t even find around here. Thankfully, corn has begun its season. Now, any time  I feel the need to devour some indigestible kernels, I can walk down to the kafana some corn is being cooked outside in a giant pot and sold for 0,50 KM. It’s actually not very good corn, or at least not the kind I like, but I eat it nonetheless. There is a myriad of other vegetables to choose from still and more and more things come into their time. Summertime is good for the veg. However, what worries me most about this “seasonal” thing is the fact that in the winter alls I gots to eat is cabbage. Boiled cabbage. And pickled things of various sorts. But then again, I may be living in Sarajevo at that point where the supermarkets are a little better stocked.

Yes, it’s hard to get used to, but all sarcasm aside, I really do feel much better about the fact that I’m not eating something that at some point came out of a test tube. Yes, my grapes and my watermelons have tons of seeds. Yes, my tomatoes and cucumbers aren’t obscenely large. Yes, sometimes at the fruit stand there are bees collecting on overly ripe fruits, and yes, the chances of finding a worm in my apple are much greater, but I probably have less preservatives floating around in my body.

And boiled cabbage really isn’t all that bad.