On organic broccoli

I am generally pro organic food. I am by no means passionate about it. I am like this: if the food is near the same price as the non-organic and if it looks edible, I will go with the organic.

We have had wonderful luck with Fresh Direct, the online grocery service here in the NYC area. Never a complaint. Until yesterday, when the broccoli had bugs.

This was made a bit grosser by the fact that I cooked it without realizing the bugs were there and I was really, really close to putting blendered-up bugs into the soup I was making.

I thought it was just a really dirty head of broccoli. So I washed it. Apparently all the little buggies ran to the tree part and hid. Then I put them in the steamer and they died on the vegetable. So it was lucky that I caught a glimpse of them as I was transferring them to the blender to make cream of broccoli.

It was really gross. I felt a little sick.

This is why I will probably not buy organic broccoli again unless I can see it before paying for it. To be fair, Fresh Direct did give me a credit for it. So I’m not mad at them. It’s just that no matter what, from now on I can imagine myself getting really obsessive about this and having to throughly inspect all the little tree parts for insects. And there are a lot of little tree parts on broccoli. This could add at least 20 minutes onto my cooking time. And my time, not to mention my limited fibromyalgic energy, is valuable.

So I look at it this way. If they are spraying the stuff with some weird chemical, I think I would rather die a week earlier from the harmful effects than spend that equivalent week hunting for bugs on my organic broccoli.

Note from years later: I always buy organic broccoli now. But only because I can see it first.

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About Briar

* I am a school librarian. In every possible way. * I am married to a wonderful man named Wes. When we met (blind date, 1996) he was female and I was a staunch lesbian. Over time, he realized he was really supposed to have been born a boy and I realized I was really attracted to trans-folk. So it all worked out rather well. * I have a 21 year old stepson. My husband is his mother. Yes. I refer to him on this blog as GMB (Gargantuan Man Boy). * Wes and I both suffer from major, chronic depressive disorders. We have both been free of any catastrophic episodes (and mental hospitals) for more than 8 years, but still - sometimes our house is BIG fun. * I have always wanted to be a mother. Using donor sperm, I started trying to get pregnant in May of 2005. I got my first positive blood test on July 27, 2006 - this was a result of my seventh IUI cycle, my second on Clomid with trigger shots. I used an HCG booster 6dpo to keep my progesterone up (I had a luteal phase defect). On August 29th, when I thought I was 9 weeks pregnant and after seeing the heartbeat the week before, I went for my first OB appt and found out that the baby had died around 8 weeks, 2 days - about 3 days after I saw it. I had a Manual Vacuum Aspiration the next day which was hideous but quick. Pathology report indicated a triploidy - 3 complete sets of chromosomes. Our first try back after the disaster worked. Beckett Ace was born in August 2007. * My mother died when I was 20 years old. She had cervical cancer. She hadn't had a pap smear in more than three years. Please visit your gynecologist regularly. * We have a dog and 2 cats. For many years we had pet rats, too, but they have very short lifespans and broke our hearts. If we hadn't had a baby, I shudder to think how many animals we would have acquired. * I have a pain disorder/syndrome called fibromyalgia. I am in at least some pain nearly all the time. * We both love to travel. Wes loves glaciers and animals and his dream vacations are Antarctica, Patagonia, Galapagos, and Kangaroo Island (Australia). My dream vacation is a World Cruise. * I am frequently bitchy, bitter, angry, moody, cranky, or whiny. It's why you love me.

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