We need organic or we’ll have to get somethin’ else,” Cole said. Dalton mentally checked the prices of the cart full of vegetables they’d already selected. After living together for close to a month, the honeymoon period with the new roommates had ended. They pooled their resources, but buying food together kept getting more expensive. His third of the bill for last week was close to his monthly food budget. After yet another discussion over some vegetable Dalton had never heard of, he spoke up. “Organic’s kinda high. Does everything have to be organic?” “Ah crap,” moaned Tara. Cole shook his head at Dalton. “Have to be organic? Have to be? We should be at the farmer’s market, where we can look the person selling it in the eyes and ask them how they grew the food, how far they hauled it, what kind of carbon footprint it has. But noooo, Tara insists she doesn’t have time.
