Seniors Going Green - Visiting the Local Natural Food Co-Op - A Conscious-Eating Emporium of Wonder

There is nothing quite like roaming through thehomemade tabouleh, chopped veggies and an
aisles of a local natural food co-operative store.assortment of organic dressings. She snuck some
The feel of fresh, organic produce in all its colorful,cubed turkey into her box. I was hoping it was
rich and fragrant glory, glowingly beckoning you tofree-range.
the bins and refrigerated shelves where you canWith our lunch in tow, we turned to the
select a lovely head of red leaf lettuce, avegetables...some were marked commercially
succulent cucumber, or a real tomato-all organicallygrown. We steered clear of those and made sure
grown, much of it locally.to look for the 9 preceding the PLU numbers that
Today, I got a very special treat. I took my 81designate produce as organic. We found lovely,
year old mother into her very first co-optomatoes, apples, oranges, zucchini, garnet yams,
experience. Fortuitously, she happens to live inavocados and several varieties of lettuce. Tofu
Davis, California...one of the greenest cities around.cream cheese, soy milk, and stevia sweetener
I knew they'd have a good Co-Op and indeed, Iwere also added to our cart.
was not disappointed.Having found that it was helpful for her insomnia,
Since I was visiting and she usually doesn'tMom needed some melatonin, the sublingual kind.
venture further than the familiar neighborhoodThis particular Co-op had their own, in-house
grocery store we had to search G Street for thebrand for 75% less than the brand name bottle.
Davis Food Co-Op building. And there it was,Mom was discovering new and exciting
unmistakable from quite a distance. The buildingapothecary items amongst the supplements,
was painted green, of course, and sporting thatnatural cosmetics and personal care doo-dads on
look ofshelves near the melatonin. I think she was
dable-for-a-co-op-to-buy" motif. The familiarimpressed.
helmeted cyclists were flocking in and youngAs she gazed around at the vast variety of
people wearing fashionable grunge with a littlenatural products, supplements, food items,
earth muffin thrown in, milled around in theprepared foods, and healthy beverages, she
parking lot. They were visiting with each other,started to get a sense of the slightly-moist feel
strapping their kids into shopping carts andand clear vibe that accompanies a
carrying their reusable cloth bags.conscious-eating emporium. At this point, serious
To her credit, my mom had two cloth bags ofthought about joining the ranks of the raw food,
her own (I also spied some swoopy fluorescentvegan aficionados began to enter her mind. She
bulbs in her kitchen drawers earlier along withpicked up a Davis Food Co-Op Membership
stainless-steel water bottles in the fridge). I wasBrochure.
secretly a bit proud of her, just then.We happily approached the checkout counter with
We stepped into the store and were immediatelyour prizes and Mom was thrilled that she was
embraced by the familiar, fabulous, full salad bar.given the deferential badge of respect: the senior
We got out the waxed paper boxes (no reusablediscount. Both cloth bags were filled with
containers yet) from below the cold table, andwonderful goodies which we carted alongside to
began filling them with spring mix, brightly coloredchoose our table outside in the adjacent garden
yellow, red and orange cherry tomatoes,picnic area where we ate our salad-bar lunch.