Tomatoes

I came across this disturbing story on NPR the other day.  It's a story basically plugging a book about supermarket tomatoes and why they are so...gross.  (Tomatoland: How Modern Industrial Agriculture Destroyed Our Most Alluring Fruit, by Barry Estabrook).

I'll quote the part that was the most disturbing to me: 

" Up until recently, workers on many of Florida's vast industrial tomato farms were basically slaves. "People being bought and sold like animals," Estabrook [the book's author] says. "People being shackled in chains. People being beaten for either not working hard enough, fast enough, or being too weak or sick to work. People actually being shot and killed for trying to escape. That sounds like 1850's slavery to me, and that, in fact, is going on, or has gone on."

Estabrook adds that there have been seven successful slavery prosecutions in Florida in the past 15 years." - Courtesy of "All Things Considered" July 9, 2011

Wait, WHAT?!  People being shot and killed for trying to escape?!  Seven successful slavery prosecutions in the past 15 years (meaning, what...how many unsuccessful prosecutions where there?  How many settled out of court?  How many have slipped under the radar?)?

The author's main point, according to the NPR story, is that tomatoes are a summer fruit.  They just won't grow below a certain temperature.  Florida has that temperature year-round, but it doesn't really have the climate or the soil for large scale tomato crops, so they have to constantly irrigate, use antibacterial agents and fungicides, and fertilize the hell out of them.  And they have to get them to places across the country at cheap enough prices that people will happily buy them in January.  Hence, the actual, literal slave labor.

The author's solution?  Grow your own, or at least buy local if you want taste.  And don't expect fresh tomatoes in wintertime, because where they came from...ain't pretty.

Sounds easy enough to me.  Excuse me while I go water my romas.

Nice Little Surprise

The other night we took a short family walk around our "downtown."  As a city girl transplant, it's a bit of a stretch for me to call Main Street of a population 2000 mountain villa "downtown," but I guess that's what it is.  What was really encouraging was seeing how many new businesses have opened in the past few months.  Signs of a recovering economy?  We can hope!

Anyway, I wanted to see what was up with a new art gallery and store here called Independent.  It was 5:15 PM, so the store was closed, but I could easily see what was on display through the windows.  A tiny selection of fabric, watercolors, canvas, various tchotchkes, handcrafted jewelry, and adorable toddler dresses.  I couldn't immediately make out what was on the table below the dresses, but soon I realized what they were.  Cloth diapers!

You guys!  Here is an actual brick-and-mortar store in my town (median age 49) selling cloth diapers!  My town in my county, where the board of supervisors recently got into serious discussions over sustainability practices potentially being un-American and subversive!

My family cloth diapers.  It has saved us oodles of money, and at the same time supports work-at-home moms who sew the diaper covers we buy.  IF we have another child, and IF this business is still operating at that time I can be super stoked to support a local business at the same time.