Check your produce for blemishes

Ripe for the Picking?

Heels deep in sandy soil I make a find of the year. ¡Qué bendición, what a blessing!  Maturing about one hundred-ten days after planting, a melon that can grow to twelve inches in length and be six inches in diameter falls upon my hands. Being surrounded by families and their young on a U-Pick farm day, I couldn’t help but feel indecent when contemplating the juices this fruit contained underneath its hard skin. Who brings their children to such a sensual place?! This family farm yielded fruit with the distinguished quality of keeping long into the colder months when fresh fruit is nonexistent and highly sought after.

Hidden Blemishes

Why is that experience set apart so uniquely?  We tokenize what is really healthy food creating an elitist novelty. Meanwhile, we lose a history of labour and craft by welcoming large scale agriculture “goods” into our kitchens; a heart of most homes. What does it say about our hearts when ingredients virtually untouched by human hands enter our bodies? What does it say about our sense of empathy when we support a food system that keeps its poor malnourished and underfed?

There’s a not-so-positive feedback loop that is created when the able consumers buy nutrient-dead food. It gives a stamp of approval that our society is complacent in sustaining ourselves with food soaked in the blood of farmers, the diabetic poor, and World Bank-indebted countries. Complacency in gluttony is no longer acceptable. So if you are in the place of privilege,  please check your produce for blemishes.

Taken from site with an informational video about farmer suicides in India.