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"My mother feels that I’m too hard on my children, so when they visit her
she likes to spoil them.

“Would you like a piece of chocolate?” she asked Lena one evening.

Lena was watching Loony Toons. “Is it Sharffenberger?” she asked over her
shoulder.

I got a phone call about that. But what could I say? I’m a farmer. Many of
my friends are farmers, or they have restaurants, or they take cooking
seriously, or they have beautiful gardens. For better or worse, My wife and
I are surrounded by great food. By the time Lena was seven she was
personally acquainted with three chocolate makers."

I worked as a farmhand this summer. Often at the end of a hard day's
work, my "boss" would give me a bag full of ripe, large zucchinis from
the garden. I usually bit in to them on the car ride home, unable to
wait until supper.

Most of the time, after a bite, I began to gag because they tasted
absolutely foul. A lot of cross-breeding often took place between
zucchinis and the cucumbers, and whether this was because of the
stupid gardener's incompetence or sheer bad luck remains a mystery.

The point? Often "farm fresh" is a synonym for "awful," and next time
you see a plastic sack of rotten tomatoes at Kroger's you might want
to thank your lucky stars that you have any food at all.



"My mother feels that I'm too hard on my children, so when they visit her
she likes to spoil them.

"Would you like a piece of chocolate?" she asked Lena one evening.

Lena was watching Loony Toons. "Is it Sharffenberger?" she asked over her
shoulder.

I got a phone call about that. But what could I say? I'm a farmer. Many of
my friends are farmers, or they have restaurants, or they take cooking
seriously, or they have beautiful gardens. For better or worse, My wife and
I are surrounded by great food. By the time Lena was seven she was
personally acquainted with three chocolate makers."