So, the other day, I just had this urge, you know? The fridge was looking a bit sad, and I figured, why not make a trip to Harris Farm. It’s been a while, and I was craving some decent fruit and veggies, not the stuff that looks like it’s been through a war.
I hopped in the car – wasn’t too far, thankfully. Finding a park, well, that’s always a bit of a gamble, isn’t it? But managed to snag one. First thing that hits you when you walk in is usually the smell. That mix of fresh greens, ripe fruit, sometimes the bakery section if they have one. It’s a good smell. Wakes you up a bit.
Wandering Around
I grabbed a basket, not one of those massive trolleys, because I always end up buying too much if I do. Then I just started wandering. It’s not like your regular supermarket sprint where you’re just ticking off a list. Here, I actually like to look at things. The way they stack the apples, the sheer variety of tomatoes – it’s a bit of an experience.
They had these amazing looking mangoes. Pricey, yeah, always are when they’re good, but I couldn’t resist. Picked up a couple. Then I spent a good ten minutes trying to choose some cheese. They have this deli section, you see, and it’s my weakness. Walked away with a small wedge of something I can’t pronounce but looked delicious.
Here’s what I ended up getting:
- Those mangoes, obviously.
- A bunch of kale – trying to be healthy, you know.
- Some of those little sweet tomatoes.
- That fancy cheese.
- A loaf of sourdough bread that felt nice and crusty.
The thing is, while I was there, looking at all this fresh produce, it kind of made me think. We get so used to just grabbing whatever’s convenient, whatever’s cheap. But sometimes, just taking an hour to pick out food that actually looks and feels good, it’s a different vibe. It’s almost like a little ritual. My grandmother, she used to spend ages at the local market, chatting with the vendors, really inspecting everything. We don’t do that much anymore, do we?
It’s not always about the cheapest option. Sometimes it’s about the quality, or just the simple pleasure of it. Harris Farm isn’t the cheapest place, no doubt about that. You’re definitely paying a bit more. But for certain things, I reckon it’s worth it. My old neighbour used to say, “you pay for what you get,” and most of the time, he wasn’t wrong.
Anyway, paid up, a bit of a sting at the checkout as always, but my basket was full of good stuff. Headed home feeling pretty satisfied with my haul. Sometimes these little trips, they’re more than just errands. They’re a small break, a chance to actually engage with what you’re buying, instead of just being on autopilot. And that’s why I thought I’d share this little outing. Nothing groundbreaking, just a slice of life, I guess.