It’s seedless, and nicely wrapped in plastic so I don’t have to scrape off the wax-coated peel, where most of the fruit’s nutrients are stocked.
The flesh is crisp – perfect for topping a vegetable sandwich on whole grain bread.
The purchase felt good – until I entered it into a new online tool from Iowa State University’s Leopold Center for Sustainable Agriculture. That’s when I discovered that my lovely cuke likely came all the way from Florida.
So much for blissful ignorance. There are few things that make a consumer feel more guilty than being faced with the harsh reality of what’s really happening.