Last weekend GH and I loaded up on fruits and veggies at one of the many fruit stands along Utah's "Fruit Way." Everything we got was, of course, perfect and delicious. When cutting open one of the massive, juicy Utah-grown peaches I had this thought:
See? Peach. Except when you cut open a real, actual peach and look at it, it's this vibrant, gorgeous jewel-like thing. I'm just saying, I think we're doing peaches a disservice here.
GH and I had this conversation soon after:
GH: Hey, did you eat any of those peaches today? They're really good.
Me: I'm about to.
GH: I guess that's the thing about buying local. You know it's going to be good. Seems like with the grocery stores it can be hit or miss.
Friends, it's a good thing this was a phone conversation, because otherwise I would have jumped him right as he started waxing about the joys of buying local. I would have looked like a manatee, but I would have done it.