I'm bewildered, but I feel confident that at least one kind soul among you will be able to explain away my confusion.
I usually grocery shop at Target (thank God they put an end to that open carry nonsense). I like Target because 1. if they don't carry it, then I probably don't need it, and because 2. prices are lower. A twenty pound bag of kibble costs $2 less at Target than it does at Publix.
Publix is crowded. The aisles are too small (Hey! just a little grammar note: please stop spelling "aisles" as "isles." The two most definitely have different meanings.) The Publix parking lot is more dangerous than I-295, going any direction. I've been the recipient of at least two hit-and-run bashes to the rear of my poor little car. Sometimes the carts at Publix are all in use because it's that busy.
I'm fond of Target's wide aisles. It's easy to peruse the products.
And I felt quite pleased recently when I noticed signs in the produce department saying "We support local growers":
Excellent, I thought. I want to support local growers. Isn't that what Alice Waters and the whole Chez Panisse thing is about? Not that I've ever eaten there, but the fresh, local food concept is cool.
I bought a bag of lemons because I like lemon in my water when it's hot, and it's definitely hot now.
At home, I took a lemon out of the bag so I could cut it in quarters. It had a sticker:
So, I guess I don't understand the local produce thing.
See that lavender state hanging off the bottom of the right side (some of you might call that the eastern part) of the U.S.? That's my state. I live in Florida.
See that green state, the very big one on the left side (or west coast) just below Oregon? That's California. My lemons came from California.
If you look at Florida and California, and then at California and Florida, does it make sense to you that produce from California that travels all the way to Florida is "local produce"?
If California is "local," then I should be able to get in my car and go out for lunch with The Hurricane. I wonder what time I should leave. Maybe noon if we want lunch at one?
But how do I handle the three-hour time difference? When it's noon in Florida, it's nine a.m. in California.
'Tis a conundrum.
Infinities of love,
Infinities of love,