By Catherine Johnson
I too am jumping on the organic bandwagon. I make sure my products are locally grown, or if they can’t be local then at least they are organic. I get a special sense of pride and dignity when I choose to walk into Whole Foods rather than the other grocery stores. There seems to be a little bit of a righteous feel when you walk in there. As you shop with fellow customers, there’s an unspoken word going around about how we made the right choice.
I was not always this way. I am an easily persuaded person, and once persuaded I am passionate. My influence was the movie Food, Inc. After watching the movie I picked up my phone and started to call everyone I knew, telling them how we only need to buy organic and “Did you know chickens are injected with hormones and raised to have so much meat on them they can’t take two steps without collapsing?”
This became a new obsession of mine. I would start conversations with perfect strangers, asking them if they knew where there milk was coming from. To me it was something that just made sense. Why would I want to eat anything that had hormones injected into it? I remember seeing a cartoon that made my organic choice even more simple it said “Organic… or as our grandparents called it, ‘Food.’”
I understand that not everyone has the luxury of spending money on these fancy organically grown apples, but there are alternatives. Community gardens are a good way to receive organic food without paying expensive store prices.
I get into disputes with people on the subject of organic food. People tell me that organic is a new craze that will die out. I like to rebut by saying organic is what has always been around, and hormones being injected into food is the new craze.
One of my favorite scenes in the movie Food, Inc. is when hamburger restaurants are being examined and the process of making the hamburger is being described. Many hamburgers have cardboard filler. There are tiny pieces of cardboard put in to make a bigger burger with less meat.
I can understand my sources are biased, but it seems pretty simple to me. When I pay $6 for a hamburger I don’t want to be eating cardboard. In that case why don’t I just squirt some mustard on a box and save a few dollars?
I don’t need to have an outrageously huge strawberry; I would just like a basic strawberry. One that came straight from the earth untouched until it was picked just for me. I am taking some words of wisdom Ludwig Mies van der Rohe: “Less is more.”