Organic Meanderings
Today, being Friday, I made my weekly trek to my NYC Mecca for local, organic, and groceries du jour. Per usual, I went to Union Square to bedazzle my fridge with fresh greens and vegetation of many colors. Or, as the husband says, make the fridge look like a "weed garden exploded in there." As I wandered the stalls in the blazing heat, long before a half second monsoon hit, I eyed my favorite vendors, bought a bottle of Eve's Cidery wine, and meandered my way through another day of organic scents and delights.* Though, on the far side of the square I spotted a basket of seemingly misshapen carrots. Today, upon seeing these, my mind traveled to a memory a few years old of a grad school professor and I discussing the taste of produce on the American market. Color, shape, and quantity surpass desires for rich, robust flavor. In many ways it is a tragedy. The taste of unaltered food--as in those grown or...