Salsa Party

Hello, It's Susanna, back to post once again and continue the (kinda) epic tale of 4-H. So I had arrived at the salsa party and I was already pretty excited about it, since I  really liked spicy food. (still do by the way) Right off the bat, I noticed that there were some other kids already in the room. 3 of these kids, were the only people at that party that became long term members of the club, and they are, along with me, (and another girl who joined the club recently, but that is a story for a different time) the group that attend almost every meeting and kinda hang around after the work is done.                                                          

 

So we started making salsa, and I was beginning to really enjoy myself. We could pick how much of what we wanted for our salsa, and an adult would help us chop it and put it in little bowls. After eating, we played tag for a bit and generally laughed and screamed and ran around. After this was over, my mom decided to join this club, and I had no objections, since that meeting had been awesome. So we enrolled, and I left, happy and unaware that I had just changed my life forever. (for the better of course)

How it All Began

Before I continue with this post, I want to say that I don’t live on a farm. And by that I just mean that I don’t have my house there, but that is the only difference between living there and what I do, and considering the amount of time I spend there, I might consider getting rid of that difference and just moving to my beloved Sun, Water, and Seeds Youth Urban farm club altogether. What’s even crazier is that my entire farm hobby/obsession started with a single bite of farm-grown spinach. It was a nice summer day, and my mother suggested going to a local fair at my now familiar tollgate farm. Me being 6 years old, I did not have much say in whether I stayed home or went places, so off we went. It was pretty cool, I looked at all the stands with people selling things and rawn around like the hyperactive kid I was. But then we were invited into the hoop house on the property (a hoop house is not a greenhouse, and I’ll talk more about that later) and someone pointed me to one of the rows, one where spinach was growing. I loved spinach, so I jumped at the opportunity to try some. As a kid raised on canned spinach, this was an amazing experience. The spinach was crisp and fresh and flavorful. My mom then asked who grew it, and we were told that it was grown by the Sun, Water, and Seeds 4-H club that met here, and  that that same club would be having a salsa party the upcoming wednesday. This salsa party will be discussed in my next post, since I think this will be all for my first one, see you next time.