On Wed, 28 May 2003 16:03:06 -0700  writes:

> >palest imitation of strawberry flesh... pinkish-white abomination. 
> :/
> >(though I keep on buying them in hope...)
> >
> >>Ahhh yes ... the fat ripe strawberrie of my Aunt Hazel's garden.  
> The berries
> in the stre are truly an abomination -- and I won't *even* mention 
> the peaches
> ... Farmers of N. America, you are letting me down. Lezlie

Not really -- they're sacrificing taste for a product that packs with
minimal bruising, and doesn't mold the minute you turn your back. 
What did I just read? The average produce travels 2,000 miles.
I had to toss more than a handful of blackberries in less than a day,
because they went all green and furry.

Of course, the economics of it doesn't REALLY buy off the palate.....

Support your local Farmers' Market, tygress

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