What’s that? You ask. A food exchange group, or co-op, is – in a nutshell – a practice in collaborative consumption. Or economies of scale. Or weekly excuse to get together with people you like, who like food, wine, craft beer and have the most titillating personalities in town. (see, thinly disguised). I also wanted the excuse to use the word “titillating” — but it really can’t be more appropriate given that my broadened vocabulary post-dinner party consisted of cornography, “pack a lunch”, “don’t drop the soap”, underdose, and “sorry, my douchebag leaked on you.” Wait til they all appear in Oxford.
But seriously, these are good folk of the overeducated, slow-food loving, home brewing kind. These people make their own ketchup and mustard. And they look like ordinary people. They live among you. They smell their kind a mile away. And I am forever grateful to Regina for sniffing me out and deeming me worthy to be crew. These people can COOK.