Last night we threw a blanket on the lawn, opened a bottle of $2 chuck, let Leon crawl all over us, and talked about pesticides.

I'm serious. I started the conversation with "I want to talk to you about something." Doesn't that make your stomach drop? Whoops, but at least it got his attention. Usually he just makes fun of me and I feel defeated when he grabs the cheaper, non-organic produce... and we continue to eat grapes that come in a plastic container with Flavor EXPLOSION!!! written on it and I'm thinking, yeah, my intestines are exploding as we speak.

Hear me. I wouldn't turn down food from anyone or miss up on an opportunity to love people or accept kindness from them because their food isn't organic. I've eaten pesticide ridden GMOs since I could chew.

As I have mentioned on here before, I like things the way God made them... which makes me question a whole lot about our culture. For me, it boils down to this - when people choose money over the good of others, I'm not okay with it. Business. OK, I get it. Businesses are in business to make money. I know. But what about doctors? What about the people we get our food from? Hey, I know you eat veggies to be healthy, but in order for me to grow my business and meet demand, I'm gonna throw some agent orange on there and... oh, it's just trace amounts, you'll be fine for...

Why is my gut so against trusting people that we are told we can trust? That's a real question. Feel free to inform me. I think a lot of people start out with good intentions, but eventually it's just money.

Anyway, we discussed for an hour. Several times I laughed because, how weird. A neighbor even brought a vase of black eyed susans over, so it looked like a legitimate date - wine, flowers, and a beautiful evening. OK, let's DISCUSS organic produce!

He agreed to watch Food Matters and we are both going to read Naked Economics. My request was to just buy the dirty dozen organic. His point was that even organic food is a racket. Normal greens, 7oz for $2.49. Organic greens, 5oz for $3.99. I guess our issue is where to draw the line. Do I just give up because everyone is money hungry? I told him I wanted to live in a big field with a group of people and we'd garden, I'd teach yoga, he could teach the kids math. He said we'd all starve to death.

The end.