I took Cheyenne out for yet another early morning walk yesterday which she thoroughly enjoyed, leading me this way and that sniffing and checking and doubling back and checking again, until I got bored enough, I admit it, that I pulled out my phone and started playing.
Friday, October 5, 2012
It is a constant source of irritation that for whatever reason fresh fruits and vegetables purchased in supermarkets go off before you can eat them. There is a myth that Key West (and Big Pine) are stuck so far out to sea and distant from American Civilization that it is a wonder that food and fuel can even be supplied to these islands. They shake their heads these people who want to make Keys living out to be more remote and hardy than it ever really is, and mutter about the trials and tribulations of transport when confronted with freezer burnt or rotting vegetables for sale at astonishingly high prices. I see the delivery trucks barreling back to Miami every morning as I leave Key West after my night shift and when I go to the supermarket the freshly supplied lettuce and tomatoes look like survivors from a disreputable bar fight, bruised and battered and curling at the edges. Granted one cannot expect to be able to buy local foods in islands that long since gave up the struggle to grow even pineapples commercially, but there is an organic solution.