from a trip to the La Jolla farmer’s market, June 14th, 2011. I call it most overused religious metaphor ever.

I found my religion in the Sunday morning farmer’s market. Baptized with a CSA membership, I take communion the the form of free samples. Each religion is advertising their beliefs: pesticide-free and organic. Banners and sunflowers show us our God, and Jesus walks among us, with Birkenstocks and an expensive baby stroller. Prophets yell at me, each with their own homemade solution of how to find heaven in their yuppie pestos and jams. Eagerly I convert in to one of the masses, participating the the weekly rituals of finding the ripest fruits.