Last night I had a dream in which I was standing in the middle of a large store that sold only organic fruits, vegetables and cheeses. I somehow knew that it was in Tripoli.
I distinctly remember seeing rows of firm asparagus and large artichokes, and patches of grape-size blueberries (there were other berries too, but I'm not sure what they were), and everything was...hmm...glisteningly fresh.
Today I spent all day surfing chowhound and pretending that steamed zucchini tastes like grilled squash.
*sigh*