Yesterday saw the delivery of my first Good Food Organics box. It’s come to this . . . I’m one of those snobs who snobbishly refuse to eat pesticides. I’ve always loved them, or at least the delicious foods they were on, and like my cigarette-quitting this spring I wasn’t ready to stop. The dear ciggy poos I stopped because they started making me retch while I was trying to enjoy them as was my long-addicted wont. The pesticides I’ve had to stop because I’d decided to eat more local produce, because local produce tastes better. Do you understand? I still love pesticides. It’s just I want to be able to taste my fruit and vegetables again, like a normal person or a European.
I guess it was time to start eating organic though. I’m always yelling at Noam Chomsky-reading ugly-haired morons to quit their goddamn whining and act with their dollars and their votes to change the stupid fucking world if it’s all that bad, and lately it’s been striking me that yes, indeed, it is all that bad.
There were three options for local produce:
1. Farmer’s markets (I’ve been doing this and it’s been fun, but they close down during the winter, I’ll want to spend less time cycling around the city to them and more time making love after Tuesday, and they’re full of people who walk stupid)
2. The WOW Box (delivery straight to door with a purely local produce option, but seems to be less value for money based on paltry contents of normal WOW boxes)
3. The Good Food Box (pick up at native resource centre two blocks away, organics option which mostly features locally grown produce and has a few what-the-fuck-are-those exotic organic options thrown in, and apparently better value for money than WOW Box.)
This first Good Food Box had the following:
A bag of Spring Salad Mix
2 pounds of red potatoes
a musk melon
some Japanese Mustard
a big eggplant
4 ears of sweet corn
First of all, I'm super curious to try the Japanese Mustard. Second, that cost $22. I’m not persuaded it was worth $22. Maybe I should jump off this wagon while the farmer’s markets are still in town and jump back on come winter. I shall discuss it with Figaro. Unsettling to think my domestic decisions will soon have to be made in consultation with a human being who isn’t my cat.