Public break-ups are tacky, aren’t they?
But how else was I suppose to tell you that Mr. Produce Guy and I broke up last week?
We were talking about spotted bananas when I suggested he should try tossing 20 pounds of brown bananas in a box and putting an incredibly cheap price on the bananas just so they wouldn’t end up being tossed out everyday.
Mr. Produce Guy said he “had tried that before and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t, and anyway, the food bank comes by everyday now and picks up our unsaleable produce.”
Hold. The. Phone.
“What?” Well I don’t want to take free food if the food bank can use it.”
“Nah, there is enough to go around, don’t worry.”
But I did worry. In fact I worried about it for 5 days straight until I decided to hop in my car Friday morning and drive to the store and tell Mr. Produce Guy that I didn’t feel comfortable picking up “chicken scraps” anymore.
I couldn’t bear the thought of getting scratch and dent produce anymore when I knew it could be going to the food bank instead. After all, I HAVE A GARDEN and the means to buy my own food.
I handed over a big plate of chocolate cookies and ended our 1 year 9 month produce romance.
All good things must come to an end I suppose. 🙁