Getting intimate with your food by growing it … or not
My husband, who loved last years tomatoes, objects to me growing them in the soil because he doesn't want to eat anything grown in "the dirt." Initially I wrote it off, as I can think of several good reasons why we wouldn't want to grow anything in the soil here (haven't had a soil test, haven't lived here long enough for herbicide/pesticide residues to have washed away, digging beds is hard work, amending hard pack clay to be workable takes time, etc). He spoke up today when I went out front to measure a spot in one of the flower beds I thought would be perfect for a potato tower. He's previously said I could stack tires on the driveway for potatoes, but today he said he wouldn't eat them if I grew them on the ground. I poked, and his objection is to the plant touching the dirt, that's it. He had no rational reason for not wanting to eat anything that touched our dirt and said he might be OK, or might not, in a few years. I poked further, and he admitted that any crop, even something like corn where what you eat doesn't even come close to touching the soil, he would not eat. It's weird. He's all for me buying containers. He's down with me using compost as that is "above ground." He's pushing for me to make use of the roof of our carport for some light gardening. Hell, today he even said he'd like to see me get some grow lights set up to get this party started (maybe next year, sigh). He said he's not planting anything, he doesn't enjoy it, but he'll haul whatever I tell him to haul so long as I don't grow *in* the dirt and don't ask him to weed and water. I don't know where he thinks the food he eats everyday comes from. The stuff at the Farmers Market is grown in dirt not far from here. Produce in the grocery store is grown in dirt in CA, Mexico, Chile. He's not a germophob either. It's like some bizarre antivegan through the looking glass experience. He's generally rational and will listen to logic. I just don't even know where to begin.