In class, we were told to bring in an empty (and clean) jar. When we did, we were given seeds for bean sprouts and told that we were going to be growing our own food. Every day at the start of class, we left to water the seeds and then slowly drain the water from them. The seeds were given no dirt to grow in so if someone forgot to change the water daily, the already bad smell that the seeds gained as they grew increased. Though I did change the water daily, my seeds were slow to show any signs of growth and did kept a funky smell about them. When it came time for the class to actually eat their sprouts, I did not.
It wasn't because of the nauseating smell from them or because there was white fuzz growing on them that resembled mold - too much water, perhaps? - but I was advised not to by the school nurse and my family considering my several health issues. From what I gathered from my classmates, the sprouts didn't taste particularly good.
As for actually growing my own food to eat, it didn't feel sacred at all. I didn't mind doing the project so I can't say that I felt forced to do it. I've just never been really into gardening of any kind. Maybe without the projected being prompted by my teacher, I might have felt some sort of accomplishment in successfully having grown my own food. Additionally, if I had grown more sprouts or a wider variety of plants, I'm sure I also might have actually felt something other than indifference towards growing food.
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