Yesterday, Scott and I went to Costco specifically to pick up some freestone peaches from California, which are awesome. I regularly buy certain kinds of produce at Costco because it's better than what we can get here, and it's less expensive. I do not feel, in anyway, guilty about NOT always buying homegrown even if it's in season. That's because I used to work in the tender fruit industry, in St. Catharines, as a fruit inspector. For two years, I graded cherries and peaches at canning and freezing facilities. It was great job and I got to know lots of hardworking farmers who would lineup at my station and allow me, a wet-behind-the-ears university student, to determine how much they would get for their crops. Sometimes, sadly, if one worm was found in a cherry, they would be sent home and their entire day's work was ruined. Once I got a farmer so steamed that he dumped his entire load of cherries in the cannery's orchard. Oops. Bad, bad little worm. ...
More than a million served!