(RED)delicious

It's officially summer when I receive the first pint of strawberries from my grandfather's garden. Fresh picked, they still have that sun ripened taste and are SO sweet and juicy – nothing in the grocery store can compare.

Of course, they aren't the gargantuan things packed in plastic containers, they are tiny in comparison. However, they are a prelude to more fresh food – raspberries, blueberries and other various vegetables.

I'm going to make a concerted effort to buy local, eat local this summer and follow a mantra of the latest book I've read...If it didn't once have a mother and if it didn't grow from the ground, it's probably not good for you.

Not to say I'm going to go be that crazy-organic-everything lately, but the concept that all the pesticides, genetically modifications, preservatives and processing can't be good for you kind of makes sense. I looked at some of the labels on the food in my pantry, and I can't pronounce 99% of the ingredients. That also can't be good! And the idea all these unnatural things in the majority of the average food people eat is screwing up hormones – yes, that makes sense too.

It's just another experiment in the journey...