1.0Food and Faithhttps://centernet.pcusa.org/food-faithElise Springuelhttps://centernet.pcusa.org/food-faith/author/elisespringuel/"Not Even A Tomato"rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="LPFTIVeUkf"><a href="https://centernet.pcusa.org/food-faith/2013/03/06/not-even-tomato/">“Not Even A Tomato”</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://centernet.pcusa.org/food-faith/2013/03/06/not-even-tomato/embed/#?secret=LPFTIVeUkf" width="600" height="338" title="““Not Even A Tomato”” — Food and Faith" data-secret="LPFTIVeUkf" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript">
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“I just want to peek inside real quick. Okay?” I said. The plastic sign read “Village Pantry,” with a big red tomato on it. It was right around the corner from an apartment I was considering, and I was curious to see what I would be dealing with. “Of course,” my dad agreed with a laugh, as I jumped out of the car and through the doors of the corner store. I quickly darted up and down the isles, glancing at beef jerky, chips, and candy bars. I picked up a sandwich or two in the “Bistro” case, noting the offsite packaging plant. After my curiosity was satisfied, I walked out of the store and back to my car. “Did they have a good organic section?” Dad joked. “Not even a tomato,” I replied before pulling out of the parking lot, “or a can of beans to stock the pantry.”