Thursday, March 18, 2010

Ode To Food

Before it arrived, Florence shopped at the Essex Street Market until it was impossible to do so. Then she switched over to the Fruit Man, Chinatown and the expensive organic place, Commodies but only for the olive oil. Her fridge was filled with pots of healthy salt-free food she hated eating.

I didn't shop at all. My fridge was filled with order-up cartons and very little food resembed anything close to how it started out in this world .

Then Trader Joe's opened. A weekly offering of organic bananas to Florence began along with other exciting little things that for a while made food exciting to her again.

And soon after that I was figuring out how to heat things up without burning down the building and trying out different spreads and sauces on semi-burnt food.

These days, there's rarely any take-out containers in my fridge and most of the food looks like how it arrived on this earth.

And there's always organic bananas.

1 comment:

cityofstrangers said...

CO: Good food doesn't have to be painful. I learned that from a Parisian lady I lived with for awhile when I was a teenager who threw away the frozen pizza I was about to stick in the oven, incensed that she should have to live with someone who consumed such atrocious food.

Then she taught me to cook, a gift that continues to this day.

I've never been to Trader Joes here, but in CA they have great food and wine, very cheap. I was amazed.