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Today after work I went to Whole Paycheck* to buy shampoo. (I can't stand the perfuminess of most shampoos, but WP has an own-brand one that's available unscented or in nice, light natural citrus and herbal scents that I like.) So anyway, as I was wandering through WP, looking at all the no doubt delicious but ridiculously expensive treats, I happened upon some locally grown peaches at a price that, while higher than regular supermarkets, wasn't outrageously so. They were ripe enough to be gently soft. They smelled like peaches. I couldn't resist. I bought one.
I ate it just now and was reminded that yes, I do sometimes like fruit. It wasn't even the best peach I've ever had--Washington DC, where I used to live, is southern enough to be good peach country--but it was still succulent and juicy and had flavor. I'd been forgetting what a peach is supposed to taste like, after bad experiences this summer with supermarket fruit that went mushy on the ouside while being weirdly hard/crisp inside and tasted like styrofoam that had been stored next to an open jar of artificial peach flavoring.
Yes, I know, I should shop at farmers' markets if I want good produce. But our local farmers' market is shockingly expensive and only open once a week at an inconvenient time for me.
I'm just happy I had my peach.
BTW, if you were wondering, the ankle is still hurting me a bit but is a lot better than it was. This is good, because hobbling around was getting tiresome.
*Note for the confused: "Whole Paycheck" is the not entirely affectionate nickname of a US chain of healthy/gourmet supermarkets. The name gives you a sense of their prices, which are all the more outrageous because they are relentless union-busters, but my god they carry beautiful fruits and vegetables.
I ate it just now and was reminded that yes, I do sometimes like fruit. It wasn't even the best peach I've ever had--Washington DC, where I used to live, is southern enough to be good peach country--but it was still succulent and juicy and had flavor. I'd been forgetting what a peach is supposed to taste like, after bad experiences this summer with supermarket fruit that went mushy on the ouside while being weirdly hard/crisp inside and tasted like styrofoam that had been stored next to an open jar of artificial peach flavoring.
Yes, I know, I should shop at farmers' markets if I want good produce. But our local farmers' market is shockingly expensive and only open once a week at an inconvenient time for me.
I'm just happy I had my peach.
BTW, if you were wondering, the ankle is still hurting me a bit but is a lot better than it was. This is good, because hobbling around was getting tiresome.
*Note for the confused: "Whole Paycheck" is the not entirely affectionate nickname of a US chain of healthy/gourmet supermarkets. The name gives you a sense of their prices, which are all the more outrageous because they are relentless union-busters, but my god they carry beautiful fruits and vegetables.
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Are there any CSAs you could join?
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That's really sad about your farmers' market. Ours is slowly gentrifying, if you know what I mean, all these ultra-slick boutique food businesses shouldering out the actual farmers around here.
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