aviinterra
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While recently hiking through the lesser traveled roads of Europe, I came to know the taste of a real strawberry- the small, fresh, red berry that grows wildly or in some small garden. This is not the berry that we see in each supermarket, it is not the swollen, giant, tasteless berry that has been modified, shipped, chilled, and then finally sold. It is not even the modern organic strawberry, which is a mere shadow of it's forebearer- the real strawberry. No, it is not only that handful of strawberries in some eastern village whose name I had a heck of a time trying to read- it is the unpasturized milk, full of fat and taste, the cheese made secretly in basements in large oak barrels- away from the sanitazion-loving EU inspectors who demand all be done in stainless steel- even at the cost of centuries old recipies. My mind thought little when I ate a low bush blueberry, but my tastebuds and body knew immediately- this is what food tastes like, what industry and our over hyped 'modernization' have lost. This is where nutrients are, and this is the source of what was once meant by food being an aphrodisiac. In thinking more, of today's problems and of where our country and the world are heading, the more I see that we have not progressed at all, but rather regressed, for we have given up more than the taste of a great strawberry, we have given up our right to cultivate that strawberry, and worse still, we have given up the right to the knowledge that there is such a thing. The most frightening thing of all is a child who says that the thumb sized blueberry tastes just like a strawberry, which in turn just tastes like chicken. Have you once tasted real food, or what would you give up to do so? Would you pay more by the pound, would you support a local farmer, or - dear God- would you upturn your perfect but useless lawn and be able to feed yourself? Or is this a hopeless ramble while we wait for our cafeteria served slush?
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