Our food. There is no beauty in grocery shopping. I think there once was, maybe for my parents, or my grandparents, perhaps I have to go back farther than that. Asphalt parking lots, metal carts, meat packaged in a way that allows us to forget we are eating things that were once alive and looking about. Florescent lights and packaged foods designed to sit on our shelves for unimaginable stretches like that book I have been meaning to read but never get to. Increasingly we turn away from ingredients that might expire and rot because meal planning takes time and thought, and we are too busy. With preservatives piled high, we can all just stock our pantries and grab whatever we need whenever we need it. We have simplified the whole shopping experience in the name of progress. Gone are the days of buying meat from a butcher, vegetables from a farm stand, fish from a fish market. Now it is one stop shopping. We no longer carefully examine a piece of produce for color and