There are some things I absolutely never thought I’d do or say. Among them? Asking a man in Whole Foods where the organic strawberries were.
I’ve always thought organic food was a load of crap. I come from the Penn and Teller school of thought, that organic doesn’t make it better for you or taste better. And it doesn’t mean pesticide-free, it just means free from some pesticides. It’s not necessarily better for humanity or the world at large. It’s mostly just better for Whole Foods and people who like to make money.
Yesterday, my doctor told me I have to go through another 30-day period where I only eat certain foods, as I’m hypersensitive still. (Remember the ER debacle from a week or so ago? Turns out the likeliest cause was horseradish in the fridge cross contaminating the apple I was eating, and my body is just overreacting to things. It’s like my body has decided to be a 15 year old girl whose boyfriend didn’t call her back or meet her at the mall or whatever). So a part of my new and improved diet is to eat the organic versions of the fruits and vegetables on my list, and still peel them.
Suddenly, I’m the bitch in Whole Foods who buys quinoa and ancient beans from Mayan times and dried pineapple and organic strawberries. And absolutely no processed foods, heaven forbid. I threw in some Iceland water in my grocery purchase just to a)continue with the theme of regular things like tap water not being good enough for mankind b)support the water that supported me as a child (have no fear, we’ll get to that story) and c)start a trend for the other Whole Foods shoppers who love their raw foods and organic lifestyles.
There’s a lesson somewhere in here along the lines of don’t bite the hand that feeds you (literally?) but I can’t quite get there, because there’s such a large part of me thinking, “Really, Cinds? Organic fruit from Whole Foods? Try not to hang any tapestries from your wall and/or invest in Birkenstocks and a Prius.”