Good Things Come From Whole Foods Market
This past weekend I drove into Columbus to explore the nearest Whole Foods Market, hoping to find some GMO Free replacements for the items we had decided to eliminate from our diet. It has been years since we have lived within driving distance from a Whole Foods, but as soon as we walked through the doors, I remembered why it used to be one of our favorite places to shop.
Navigating my grocery cart through the produce section, my senses were immersed in a rainbow of colors and instantly intermingled with the fragrances as well as the textures of some of the freshest, best looking produce I had seen since shopping the local Amish Farm Markets last summer. We are just entering into the first throes of spring here in the mid-west and it felt decadent to find produce that looked as if it had been picked just that morning. Without a second thought, I filled my cart with large healthy looking bunches of crisp organic arugula, bright orange carrots with green tops, red and gold Beets, green and white asparagus, no thicker than my baby finger, vibrant green leeks, perfect purple potatoes, luscious Texas grapefruits, and some of the largest, and sunniest Meyer Lemons I have ever seen.
I was completely captivated by the variety of cage free eggs that had been gathered from a variety of birds both locally and abroad. There were several baskets filled with different shapes, sizes, and colors of eggs. I counted duck eggs, tiny quail eggs, goose eggs, and the most bizarre looking ones in the bunch were the dark green colossal sized Emu eggs. I thought they looked rather freaky looking and appeared as if they had been transported right out of a pre-historic era. I pushed my cart past them and considered maybe giving them a try one day if there was ever a food shortage and they were my last and only option for survival. I just can’t even begin to imagine what they would taste like and I just don’t think I want to give them a try. YUCK!
Wandering further along through the store I happened upon the enormous seafood case. All of the fish within it looked like as if they had been swimming just moments before being displayed in that case. On the end was a fish that was every bit as big as I was, it’s shiny eyes following me as I walked away…
Of all of the Whole Foods Markets I have ventured into during our travels, none was as large or impressive as the one in Columbus. Shopping there was truly a pleasure and I have already decided that it is well worth the trip. I had absolutly no problem finding replacements for the Genetically Modified staples that we had chosen to give up and the prices were completely reasonable. I was surprised to find that I didn’t have to spend a fortune to switch to these more natural and organic foods. Into my cart went, GMO Free Canola Oil, Soy Sauce, Peanut Butter, and a few other items. However, the true find of the day was the ketchup.
Of all the foods we had planned to sacrifice it was the Genetically Modified Heinz Ketchup that seemed to be the hardest for us to part with. Remembering our attempts at finding an organic ketchup years ago, only to find them somewhat one dimensional, my husband and I, really thought that Heinz Ketchup was just going to have to be where we drew a line in the sand. We had already sort of made peace with the fact that Heinz Ketchup would just have to be our one secret sin. Steak- Frites would just not be the same with out it and life is just too short to live without some vices… So, when I spotted the very last bottle of Heinz Organic Ketchup on the shelf, I could swear that I heard angels in heaven singing songs of our redemption and it was in that moment that I knew that the last bottle on that shelf was destined to go home with me.
Eating Steak-Frites for dinner that night I had to smile looking at the bottle… The label read “EST 1869.” Somehow, I can not help but wonder if “Organic” was just a part of the original recipe… It definitely does taste better!