Here is a tiny slice of my home life, made so much more interesting by Elijah, age 11, and his twin siblings, Thea (Dorothea) and Aley (Alexander), almost 8. I don’t never go to Wal-Mart, but I am personally critical of many of its impacts and its managerial choices.
Virginia, at dinner table, where I served Hot Dog Carbonara, a new dish spawned by leftovers: “You know Wal-Mart’s produce looked better than Weiss’. And they had more organic choices.”
A beat of silence as I contemplate the multiple implications.
Aley, aged 8, ferocious critic of industrialized food, quietly: “Mommy, are you betraying us?”
- Amish love Wal-Mart (mg312.wordpress.com)