There is nothing left except butter nut squash – 3, 8 dried up sweet potatoes, a stub of parsnip, 2 red potatoes, and other stuff. i feel full of butter because i am full of butter and cheese and potatoes. it is 2/24/09. what will 3/24/09 look like????
And then there is this in Gourmet Magazine:
Politics of the Plate: The Price of Tomatoes
By Barry Estabrook
If you have eaten a tomato this winter, chances are very good that it was picked by a person who lives in virtual slavery
Driving from Naples, Florida, the nation’s second-wealthiest metropolitan area, to Immokalee takes less than an hour on a straight road. You pass houses that sell for an average of $1.4 million, shopping malls anchored by Tiffany’s and Saks Fifth Avenue, manicured golf courses. Eventually, gated communities with names like Monaco Beach Club and Imperial Golf Estates give way to modest ranches, and the highway shrivels from six lanes to two. Through the scruffy palmettos, you glimpse flat, sandy tomato fields shimmering in the broiling sun. Rounding a long curve, you enter Immokalee. The heart of town is a nine-block grid of dusty, potholed streets lined by boarded-up bars and bodegas, peeling shacks, and sagging, mildew-streaked house trailers. Mongrel dogs snooze in the shade, scrawny chickens peck in yards. Just off the main drag, vultures squabble over roadkill. Immokalee’s population is 70 percent Latino. Per capita income is only $8,500 a year. One third of the families in this city of nearly 25,000 live below the poverty line. Over one third of the children drop out before graduating from high school.