Organic foods, vegetarians, and other hippie stuff

For the past two months, I have been getting organic vegetables delivered in to my apartment. Deliveries come every other Thursday in large green reusable plastic bins. When I come home on those Thursday nights, I get all giddy thinking about the endless permutations of produce waiting at my front door. One benefit about this service is it delivers food that are in season so you have no choice in what produce you will be getting. Since I am so indecicive in the grocery store, it is a welcome change to be told what to eat. Ineveitably, there will be one odd item, such as dandelion greens. Included in your delivery is a pleasant note on recycled paper that thanks you for shopping organic and includes a few recipes (normally including your odd item). The whole experience has been like a bimonthly mini-Christmas, green box and all.

On Saturday, K, S, C and I went to the Boston Vegetarian Society Food Festival. It was at the Roxbury Community College Gymnasium. Inside there was a sea of people of all ages fitting into the vegetarian stereotypes. The young couples in North Face fleece vests stalking the Cliff bar station. Older ladies with frizzy graying hair, glasses with chains, and hemp tote bags. Vendors handed out free samples of Vegan soups, breads, chips and much more. Some were tasty, many were not. C could not understand why vegetarians seem to regect the notion of salting their food. Is using salt a carnivore thing?

Samples are about the best advertising in my book. I seem to have a very weak will because I often buy what I taste. (Trader Joe's understands this well.) Anyway at the vegetarian fair of many unsalted foods, I was swayed into buying seaweed noodles. Black and briny, they were delicious cold and according to the salesman a great source of calcium. I had dreams of coming into school with my exotic salad of seaweed noodles and chicken (I'm not completely turned yet), and having every ask me what I was eating.

So there you have it. I keep most of my hair on my body (except for some facial hair which I pluck), I carry totes to the grocery store, I get organic produce, I went to a vegetarian faire. Now all I need is a flowy skirt, some hemp shoes and an electric bus and hippies here I come!