Entry #9 WWB Co.

        As the sun sent beams through my window, I rolled out of bed and watched the dust particles dance in the light at I pulled my comforter over my pillows to make my bed. It was a Spring morning in Walla Walla, and my studio apartment on the second floor of an old colonial building had two immaculate windows that made it seem at though you were in a terrarium. The apartment faced an enormous vintage house that was buried in a jungle of plants, the owner had let the lawn over grow and it became a huge garden of herbs and vegetables randomly scattered with no organization throughout the yard. He too understood the importance of letting nature run its course, and the pleasures of being surrounded by a variety of his own produce. I got on my bike out front and began my Monday.
         I'm a spatial thinker who typically lives spontaneously, but I had become fixed into a routine. Every Monday morning I would ride over to Walla Walla Bread Company. A local bakery in town that welcomes you at its doors with several standing herb gardens. The wooden fencing outside that surrounded the front patio was obviously handmade, like most thing in town. As you got closer you were soon enticed by the aroma of freshly made bread, and you could see it too, through the huge glass front window that led straight into the bakery. I would greet the lady at the front counter, who knew me by name. She would set me up with my usual. A quiche with fresh local vegetables that mirrored whatever was in season, and a cup of their soup of the day, which was always rotating as well complete with a house made French macaroon that I couldn't resist to take home with me for later. This my friends, it the beauty of a small owned business.
      After watching the video of Pink Slime, which was about the ammonia hydroxide added into the burgers from McDonald's to kill the bacteria. The meat used for these burgers in made up of the odds and ends of cows mixed with blood and bone that makes the slime look pink. Truth be told, I am not surprised at all. Common sense tells me that any of these corporate restaurants and fast food places do not distribute good food.The obvious reasoning beyond the prefrozen vegetable mushy taste and the rubbery meat texture is the face that no matter where I travel throughout the states the menu's and the taste of the food stays the same. The consistency tells me that there are synthetic additives to make the food taste this way. Its mass premade where ever and by whoever the corporate hands are, preserved, and shipped to what ever Olive Garden, McDonalds, Applebee's, or which ever corporate restaurant needs it. It is then often, microwaved, then set on the grill for and amount of time. I have known plenty of previous employees of these businesses, and heard enough kitchen horror stories to keep me far away from them.
       Once you go local, its hard to go back to any other way of eating out. And if money is the issue, there's nothing better than a home cooked meal, with all of your own hand picked ingredients!