Eat real food.

After a week in bed with the flu, I crawled on my bike and hauled myself to Safeway, thinking, as usual, that I might find food there. Hungry, tired, and wheezing, I pressed my way past a deli case full of white flour and sugar, and … Well, the grocery store can be really depressing, you know?

Never mind the magazines that say that a woman’s worth is inversely proportional to her weight, and the plastic bags and containers that are forming a new continent as we speak. Those things were easy to deal with.

What was bothering me today was the fact that once you know that flour and sugar aren’t food, there’s not much left to eat at those places.

I’m really looking forward to fresh garden produce, and the chance to cook with and write about the surprises that show up each week from the CSA. For today, I just took a deep breath, continued wading through the fluorescent swamp in search of some organic carrots, and managed not to pass out from the smell of Tide.

Score one for me.