As oppositional as my children, my dadgum spindly eggplants, grown from seed by me with love and care, just faltered all summer, sputtering and disappointingly non-productive, only to surprise me today with a bunch of fat, purple ones. Yum, I'm gonna cook me up some eggplant lasagna with whole wheat noodles, home grown peppers, onions, oregano and tomatoes and three tons of cheeses.
Uncharacteristically for me, I sat on my butt, and watched a documentary while the kids were in school, eating a bowl of sliced purple bell peppers with sea salt. It was entitled The Future of Food and I was engrossed, more determined than ever to control my own food production.
The end of the movie showed a strawberry field being drenched with pesticides, a known carcinogen, from a crop duster plane, then a child eating a mongo, tumor sized strawberry. Ya know what? My kids and grandkids aren't gonna eat crap like that, I'll make it my main drive to feed them properly.
I can't wait to see Fresh, the movie.
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