You know you're a lucky kiddo when your mom sends you fresh Vermont produce in the mail. Would she send me a pair of shoes or a shirt if I'd forgotten them? Probably not. But freshly pulled carrots from the garden in Vermont and my favorite variety of apples (honeycrisp)? Absolutely.
I awaited this package impatiently. I knew it must have arrived Friday afternoon, but alas, I can't pick up packages on the weekend! So when Monday rolled around, I went directly to the mail room. And some beautiful little carrots and two giant apples said hello when I opened the box. A few hours in my mini fridge and they were good to go. Biting into that apple tasted like New England autumn.
Sending them priority probably wasn't the greenest option, but technically it was local produce. LOCAL TO MY HEART! Plus, those apples and carrots came less distance than from Chile or New Zealand...