I am a murderer, I am a savior. I am the assassin, I am the redeemer. While one hand slices, the other one soothes.
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On a rainy day in February, with sights set on Shire Farms (an easy 45-minute drive in my 2007 Honda Pilot) I embarked on the last stop of my “buy local, eat local” journey. As the scenery turned from shopping centers to small farms, I thought about the preceding weeks – well, months and years, I suppose – that had brought me so eagerly to the Tate family’s farm.
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“The eggs don’t taste like eggs and the mayonnaise doesn’t taste ANYTHING like ANYTHING! And don’t even get me started on the produce. HOW am I supposed to know what is in season? Did you know I bought a bunch of berries, thinking, ‘it’s summer!’ only to find out that they were flown all the way from South America and tasted precisely tasteless!?! This is both criminal and unacceptable! I am taking the children and we are getting on the next flight back to France!”
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