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Frankie eyed the packaging. "Organic," it said. She wanted it; pesticide-free, better for her health and the environment. She pictured herself telling her friends about buying it and felt socially elevated. As her hand rustled the cellophane another thought kicked in, Eric would tense up when he saw it. Money was tight and this stuff was sold at a premium price. This was always her catch 22 at the supermarket, guilt over the environment or guilt for spending their precious reserves. Coupled with the lure of the health benefits it was a temptation, especially now that they were expecting their first child.

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Natural, biological pest control, as nature intended, no pesticides, crop rotation systems, healthy, wholesome, life-affirming, worry-free, no antibiotics.

By angela, March 5, 2012.
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The orchard at the end of the lane is nothing like the big commercial operations. The old boy who lives there plants only heirloom varieties. Their skins are works of art, perfect blends of red, green and yellow in patterns my hand could never paint. But better than that, they aren't shiny. Their sizes are as uneven as beach pebbles and you can't predict the flavour unless you know the variety. They have brown spots and the occasional worm – they're real apples. They don't shine since they aren't coated with wax, and in their dullness I feel safe enough to take a bite. No chemicals, no trucking between states, just fruit right off the tree.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 10, 2015.