At first I assumed it was the ambiance - there was a jazz band playing onstage at the Fort Greene Farmer's Market early Saturday, endless goodies to sample, cute dogs to pet (I especially love this since I don't have one of my own, yet) and children twirling in their pastel colored cotton. So when I stopped off at this particular booth to purchase my one "indulgence" for the day I was already high on good living and chalked the great taste of my two jumbo oatmeal raisin cookies up accordingly, but now I have a sneaking suspicion it was more than that.
I ask you, would those cookies have been as good if I had called out from my apartment and they had been delivered in under thirty minutes by a youngish Mexican boy with an awkward mustache? Well, maybe if there was a "24" marathon on the tele to go with it and my soy milk was properly chilled (damn that fridge!). But under most circumstances the only honest answer would be "No".
It's the same reason why Illana and I have been known to spend lavish amounts of cash at Whole Foods week after week, when, heaven knows, we only went in for a small tub of hummus and a corn chip or two. There is something about being able to walk amongst your food choices, enveloped by the colors, the shapes, and the sizes, before making a buying decision. It's a kind of dance of "will I, or won't I" that we too often miss when we rely on Eduardo to "pop it over".
Our "lovely" location of 30th and 6th is bursting at the seams with many things, but one thing that it lacks is enough of this sort of experience. The ability to walk amongst our food, - real, good food, and take in that full sensory rush.
Thanks to Whole Foods, three different farmer's markets, and the Park Slope Food Coop, my food bill is outrageous. But nevermind that. I'll keep the tips for myself. A hunter and a gatherer, for lunch and beyond, I will continue to be.