My vegetables have arrived!!!
Every week, I get a box of organic vegetables delivered direct from the farm. There are always potatoes and onions, then possibly carrots and other root veg, cabbage, tomatoes, leeks, squashes – a selection of delights that lasts the week.
There are two main reasons why I get my vegetables delivered:
- Aside from the variety and interest, and the feelgood factor of giving a farmer the whole revenue for his work, the produce is unbelievably, spectacularly tastier. This is not necessarily because organic tastes better per se, but is due to a combination of factors. It’s far, far fresher for a start, the growers aren’t obliged to concentrate on varieties that look pristine and have a long shelf life, and they can harvest when the crop itself is ready, not when the distributors demand it.
- The Vegetable Delivery Lady is quite fit.
I run to the kitchen in haste. Wearing my most ‘come hither’ wolfish grin, I adjust my hair and throw open the side door with panache.
Except it is not the Vegetable Delivery Lady. It is a man. With a beard.
This is not what I was expecting at all. I peer round him to see if the regular Vegetable Delivery Lady is perhaps hiding round the corner in order to spring out and shout ‘surprise!!!’
But it is not to be.
I do not understand. When I signed up to the service it was on the basis that I would get my vegetables delivered by foxy Vegetable Delivery Lady and not by a man (with a beard). The organic farm is clearly not quite as it seems. Like many evil corporations, they treat their existing business like dirt whilst giving new customers all sorts of incentives to sign up.
They are as bad as Morrisons. I take my parsnips grumpily and bid him ‘good evening’.