Semi-Daily Scribbles

I know. It’s November. Not the peak of strawberry season (unless you live in Chile.) The food movement that promotes “eating local and in season” has gained momentum, but my adherence to that rule is spotty, at best. On a day like today, rainy with a chill in the air, I welcome a bit of color and sweetness on top of my corn flakes. The fact that this bowl of berries took a long-haul trek across 5 states before landing in my fridge barely makes a blip in my wee noggin. I should care though, right? Especially when these ruby hued beauties are genetically modified. What have I become (or will become if I continue to eat Frankenfood?) Ay! Part of the problem and not the solution.