So, everyone already knows that I grew up in the midst of the most factory-made, cookie-cutter, middle-class white suburban neighbourhood that you could possibly think of. Therein, I grew up never really giving a second thought about where my food came from or what exactly was in it. I ate TERRIBLE during my years in high school and thankfully was able to make the change in high school once I became more aware about the importance of my well-being. Granted, I am not the perfect eater and I have a very persuasive sweet tooth, but I started to grow an interest in local farmer's markets and public/global health. Majoring in two health career fields and being friends with a plant geneticist (that was going to save the world with sustainability), my husband and I decided to quit buying our vegetables and fruits from the supermarkets during the summer. We even started tending to our own tomato (and lavender) plant.
One day, driving back from Maryland, which is ten minutes from our house in Delaware, we spotted a small, wooden sign with a list painted on of fruits and vegetables for sale. We ventured down the road to stop at the bottom of a driveway where an elderly man lived. Adorably enough, when our car pulled up, it triggered a doorbell and the man hopped on a four wheeler and drove down the hill to greet us. He had a simple cart set up with crates and cardboard boxes containing a variety of produce. Charging no more than $4 for an entire box of vegetables, we racked up a considerable bag of veggies, and apples, and went pleasantly on our way. We haven't eaten anything so fresh and flavorful from a grocery store and have been back to his stand twice since. If you've never experienced a sun-ripened, garden-grown tomato, it's an easy and almost necessary change to make.
One day, driving back from Maryland, which is ten minutes from our house in Delaware, we spotted a small, wooden sign with a list painted on of fruits and vegetables for sale. We ventured down the road to stop at the bottom of a driveway where an elderly man lived. Adorably enough, when our car pulled up, it triggered a doorbell and the man hopped on a four wheeler and drove down the hill to greet us. He had a simple cart set up with crates and cardboard boxes containing a variety of produce. Charging no more than $4 for an entire box of vegetables, we racked up a considerable bag of veggies, and apples, and went pleasantly on our way. We haven't eaten anything so fresh and flavorful from a grocery store and have been back to his stand twice since. If you've never experienced a sun-ripened, garden-grown tomato, it's an easy and almost necessary change to make.