Keep It Simple, Stupid
When I was little, few things made me happier than being outside in the garden. Although I don’t have any photos of it, the absolute best thing (as far as I was concerned, anyway), was picking sweet peas.
Those little pods each spring were absolutely magical, no two ways around it. Sun-warmed and popped open mere seconds after plucking, they popped into my mouth more often than they ended up in my basket, I’m afraid. To this day, no other peas can compare, and it isn’t just because of the sentiment of sepia-toned memories—there’s quite a legitimate case to be made for those peas, and it is very simply this: the less food travels before it’s eaten, the better it is.
But how, exactly, are we qualifying and/or quantifying the value of “better”?
Janaki
