Clandestine Clementines
I piled the green apples and clementines into the grocery basket. We were going to Disneyland and I planned on stocking the cooler with lots of healthy food. The carrots bagged into individual servings along with the apples and clementines, they were going to accompany me into the park, offering me healthy snacks when I felt hungry between meals. I had planned it all.
Mike and I were bringing up the suitcases up from the basement.
“By the way, how are you planning on taking those huge bags of produce into California?”
I suddenly had a vision of the border of California. The border patrol doesn’t care if I’m an immigrant or not, but they don’t want me to bring any fruit or veggies into the state. I’ve surrendered bananas in the past, their brown and yellow skins passed from my car to the kiosk sheepishly.
“Crap…” I responded to Mike.
“Yeah, I wish I had thought of that at the grocery store.”
We crossed the border with an empty cooler, but my lack of produce wasn’t an excuse to eat unhealthy. I just stopped at a grocery store in California. The fruit tastes better there anyway.
I’ll eat my clementines when I get home…
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April 26th, 2006 at 10:39 am
What a beautiful post, almost poetic. I love apples. I bought five bags this week. I count them all with my points. I hope you enjoy your trip.