I always used to love walking round Fresh & Wild dodging the 'status baby buggies' & surreptitiously planting boxes of mechanically retrieved chicken shapes on the shelves
(thanks to everyone for their suggestions for faddy overpriced super foods this week too - I love you all x)
See the original article here...
http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2010/apr/03/michael-holden-all-ears-organic#
(Article by Michael Holden)
I tend to steer clear of the organic grocer. Not for reasons of taste or judgment, but of finance. Sometimes, though, it's the only place open that has what I need. So I wound up in the holistic and meditative mood space that passes for a queue, watching a woman pass parcels of unfeasible origin and expense to a cashier whose demeanour hovered between complete spiritual enlightenment and imminent rectal prolapse.
Cashier (holding up one of her boxes) "This stuff is amazing."
Woman "I'm kind of having a detox."
Cashier (nodding sagely) "Well, that should do the trick."
Woman "I'm not into fasting, you know?"
Cashier (noticing the woman's hand – which was tattooed with various forms of writing) "That's such a beautiful script."
Woman (thrilled) "You know it?"
Cashier "Uh-huh. I mean, I'm very impressed by all that culture – the whole mindset. I read as much as I can. I hope to go over there and study."
Woman (pointing out more writing on her arm) "Each moment decays as soon as it's born."
Cashier "That's one of the core beliefs, for me."
Woman "I love it – it's just so true."
All the more reason to get a move on, you might think. But this went on for some time, until I was charged £7 for five onions, a small bag of wheat and some pine nuts (never let it be said that I don't know how to have a good time). When I got home and began cooking, the onions turned out to be in a state of decay that paralleled our own, which cheered me up no end. I would have gone back and complained, but the moment was already collapsing.
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