I didn’t buy a farm share because I’m a feel good hippy vegan who loves the environment and drives a Prius. The truth is that I love steak, I hate being reminded to recycle, and my car gets an un-brag-worthy 25 miles per gallon on premium fossil fuel. Although I did once own some Birkenstocks, but let’s not get into that…
I bought a farm share because I was fed up with the sad looking fruits and veggies in the supermarket aisle and having to pay through the nose for organic produce. Farmers Markets are a lot of fun to go to, but they’re more expensive than going to Whole Foods (at least in this neck of the woods). If you’re familiar with Boston, you already know that despite being wickedly cheap, Haymarket is where freshness goes to die.
