Playing with organic minds
Aug. 29th, 2008 09:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsThis morning I stopped by Three Girls' Bakery, as I sometimes do, to pick up a bagel. There are several fruit stands nearby; sometimes I pick up a peach or grapefruit from one of those as well. When I was at the bakery, a load of challah[?] came up to the front counter, and the smell alone was enough to inspire me to buy a loaf.
"Do you want the small, the medium, the large, or the organic?" said the tall woman behind the counter with the kabbalah[?] tattoos.
"What's with the organic?" I said.
"Just that. Made with no chemicals. No pesticides on the plants, or in the ground, or in the water. Everything tested."
"No chemicals? Not even CHON[?]?"
"No, definitely not. Nothing like that at all."
Oh, the huge manatee! I bought the medium-sized one.
"Do you want the small, the medium, the large, or the organic?" said the tall woman behind the counter with the kabbalah[?] tattoos.
"What's with the organic?" I said.
"Just that. Made with no chemicals. No pesticides on the plants, or in the ground, or in the water. Everything tested."
"No chemicals? Not even CHON[?]?"
"No, definitely not. Nothing like that at all."
Oh, the huge manatee! I bought the medium-sized one.
