On food and intimate relationships

There are things in life that I love.

(How's that for a vague opening statement).

There are some things that, no matter how I'm feeling or how I'm perceiving the hellhole that is my life, make me nearly fall to the floor and seize with delight. There are lots of these things. One of them is locally grown produce. Allow me to explain:

Today, I went to the grocery store with my parents. And they were having this day where the CSA (which stands for Community Supported Agriculture, I learned today. Fancy.) came in and did all these free samples of locally grown fruits and vegetables and bison [ew] and desserts. IT WAS SO FUN. PAINFULLY FUN. Which led me to ask myself a very deep and intimate question, why does this CSA business fill my heart with joy? It's not like I know anything about farming or making jam or what a combine is.

I think it comes down to this: food is I think one of my favorite ways people form relationships. It is intimate to share meals with people, am I right? We all love eating with people we love. Two of my favorite things in this world: people and then food. Or maybe vice versa. And being around all of this locally grown business, it is food and people in perfect harmony and communication. Food and relationships. They're like that couple at Radina's who, amidst all your jealousy and bitterness at their happiness, you just love seeing them together.

That's all I'm saying.

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