I think I succeeded at officially frustrating my husband (and myself!) with my quest for organic, local food. He gets tired of my opinions, and I think I pushed it a bit too far with him last evening. And the trip tested my beliefs too. We stopped at the Gratz Crossroads Sale and Market (locally known as the "auction") last evening. We both were awestruck at the absolutely beautiful, locally grown fruits and vegetables. Baskets full of red beets for $4.00, huge bushel baskets of tomatoes for $12.00, apples, pears, peaches, broccoli the size of footballs and the cauliflower - it was as big as a basketball! I picked up some of the best-tasting white peaches I think I ever ate (yes, I diverted and ate non-organic). And the Amish stands of canned goods...ooo-la-la. I could have bought them out. Chow chow, pickles, corn relish, jellies, applesauce -- all local, fresh, and shipped via hoof prints in the road (some of it). But as I drooled over everything, all I could think of was not one, single stand of anything organic. Rick commented on the size of the broccoli heads and I said, "hm... looks like the work of Miracle Gro to me." (If you use Miracle Grow - STOP!) And what did I think of when I looked at the basket of cheap tomatoes -- Monsanto and their hybrid seeds for mass producing food. Its all that goes through my head. I really, really wanted some canned goods, but my brain stopped me remembering my quest for organic. And poor Rick - he said "those grapes look nice, and they are only .99 a lb. Do you want to get some?" And I said, "NO... this is the stand that ships their stuff in from who-knows-where and those aren't local seedless grapes." Poor thing. He looked SO dissappointed. We then argued the rest of the night. He wanted his battery-caged chicken made with white instant rice, caged chicken eggs, processed gravy while I made pureed organic butternut squash-Fennel-Leek soup. And the whole time I was cooking I was growing more and more angry - mostly at myself for expecting Rick to adjust to my ways - I have to remember others just don't care and I can't force them into anything. Its really hard though with a meat-loving, Wal-Mart shopping, not-too-concerned-about-where-the-food-comes-from, look for the best bargain kinda husband. I guess I just have to keep it in my back-yard, and prove I can save us money by growing it myself. Two goals will be met - actually three - it'll be organic, it'll be cheap, and hubby should be happy.