I don't know. Maybe we do. Though we clean up nicely, we do tend to be the non-conforming type. Hubby has only ever cut his hair short during his time in the USMC, and I am letting my hair go gray, much to the consternation of my former stylist. I guess you could say we're a teeny bit 'granola.'
We shop at the local co-op for our produce and meats, and when the budget permits, we do all of our shopping there. Things have gotten quite expensive, though, and as we're also feeding Andre the Giant (I mean - The Boy), we are trying to be budget-conscious. Therefore, I took advantage of a sale on boneless/skinless chicken breasts at our local supermarket. $1.99 a pound, which was really, really good. I bought a huge pack and divided it all up to freeze into meal-sized portions.
Last night I threw a cup of basmati rice, a little olive oil, and two cups of water into a baking dish. I put in two very plump chicken breasts and baked the whole thing at 400 degrees for 40 minutes. There was an extra chicken breast, so I simply baked that in a separate pan. It was that chicken breast that we ate, leaving the rest for The Boy and for leftovers. I used the seasoning sparingly, particularly because we don't care for much (if any) salt in our food. I used some fresh ground pepper, a little garlic powder, and a sprinkle of seasoned salt (just a sprinkle for color and a little taste).
I mean to tell you that the chicken had a very salty flavor and an odd texture. I guess I'm used to the chicken I get from the co-op. No antibiotics, no hormones, no additives. This chicken last night tasted as though it had been pumped up with saline. The texture reminded me a little of veal (which I refuse to eat, now that I'm "grown up"). Something wasn't right with the chicken. Suddenly I felt ill just from having consumed it. I fed most of what was left of my 1/2 chicken breast to the pups. They didn't seem to mind it a bit. The thought of factory chicken got into my head, and I was left feeling pretty gross for the rest of the night. I kept thinking I should have just had a salad and the broccoli. I kept thinking that maybe I should go back to being a vegetarian.
But I'm one of those people who didn't do well on a vegetarian diet. I got fatter and didn't feel well at all, no matter how much protein in the form of tofu and beans I consumed. I could be mostly vegetarian, though. And certainly I won't be buying any more non-organic meat. Despite the high cost of food, I'll be going back to the co-op for my meats. I like for my meat to have the true flavor it should have and the correct texture. Otherwise...well, I might as well give it up.
Hubby talked last night about finally clearing out a spot in the garage for a freezer. That way we can freeze summer fruits and vegetables and can stock up on meat during "owner days" at the co-op and from the local butcher shop. Yay!
So are we granola? I don't think so. We don't have dreads. We bathe regularly. We wear appropriate attire for whatever occasion, even a funeral. We're not yet into "green burials." I suppose we're just a couple who wants what our parents had: good, wholesome food that is unadulterated by modern factory farming practices. Is that too much to ask?
Peace - D