Today, in celebration of 25 years of Amish merchants at Reading Terminal Market in Philadelphia, prices are rolled back to 1980 levels.
Did you know that french fries were only $0.50 in 1980?
Apparently Delilah's Southern Cuisine is having a special that involves chicken wings and strawberry lemonade. I am so there.
Our new apartment is very near the Terminal, so I've begun going there a couple of times a week. It feels very retro, going and doing the marketing at farm stands and such. I haven't been to a supermarket in a couple of weeks. Of course, there isn't
a supermarket nearby that I could go to if I wanted to.
It's been a hippie summer. We joined a farm co-op and we get fresh veggies delivered from the farm every week. I do the marketing at the Amish market stands, and we just joined Philly Car Share instead of buying a new car. Next thing you know, I'll be growing sprouts in empty yogurt containers.
When I was a kid, I was allergic to dairy and sugar and peanuts and a whole host of other tasty things. So, my mom went on this huge 1970s health kick, and eliminated all sugar, white flour, food dye, and artificial ingredients from the household diet. Not only was I prohibited from eating sugary cereal, I couldn't have milk on my healthy cereal-- I had to eat apple juice on my cereal
. Have you ever heard of anything so cruel? I mean, Mom was a great cook and everything, but it was a brutal couple of years there.
Mom's friends used to sometimes sneak me things like hot dogs or buttered white toast. Not often, though, because she'd be mad when she found out.
Naturally, by the time my brothers were born (8 and 10 years after me), Mom was too exhausted to bake all of the family's bread every Friday, so my brothers didn't have to endure the health food regime. They even got to eat Cheetos. Where is the justice in the world?