Here’s an example of how parenthood changes us, though perhaps not in the way you might expect.
Before having kids, my husband and I focused on eating locally. We shopped primarily at the farmers markets and would never buy produce from South America.
Here we are, four years later, with a fruit-loving daughter, and I don’t hesitate when I see organic blueberries grown in Chile for sale at Costco. In fact I’ll go out of my way and drive twenty-five minutes into town to buy more. Ethics, be dammed.
It’s hard enough to get our daughter to eat when we have all these options.
Perhaps a few years down the road, I’ll reclaim my dignity and let our Costco membership lapse. For now, I’m pretending I don’t know myself and hoping in the car… those blueberries taste good. (Of course, they don’t taste as good as those local Sonoma blues but we need to wait until the summer for those…)


















