Substance.

Living in Seattle for about 2 months now, I’m beginning to notice a trend. Much more than anywhere else that I have been in America, this city and its people are very healthy. They claim and are proud of their fortune in having the wilderness in their backyard, fresh produce from their seaside, and, most significantly, their wide variety of everyday organic ingredients.


Being pretty YUP-pi-fied myself, I buy into this trend once in awhile. I remember buying natural-grown baby-carrots (I hate carrots, unless in Caldereta or Bo Kho), pork chops, and a bit of herbs here-and-there.

But as good as they are for my body. They sure are not good for my spirit. The thought of 6 bucks/lb. Tomatoes and another 8 dollars for pork chops makes me reminisce for the days that I could feed a family of 4 for less than 15 dollars. And I shudders.

There is something profound about the fact that my long-term, and immediate, well-being is on the line when I take my basket out for a re-fill. Even Organic.