Don't get me wrong, I love a good Co-Op. Who doesn't like the smell of patchouli and unwashed hippies? I mean, come on! It's like a Whole Earth Festival with a better cheese selection.
Being from California, I always kinda assumed we had the mother-load of hippies along with all the hard-core Co-Ops. I was wrong.
I am visiting friends in Boise, Idaho right now and we went to the Boise Co-Op where it suddenly occurred to me that...now this is deep...a Co-Op is a Co-Op, no matter where you go.
It's like Wal-Mart, go into anyone, anywhere and you will find hicks and dirt cheap stuff. Go into a Co-Op anywhere and you will find hippies...and well, dirt. And fruit like this:
This may look like a mutated artichoke on the outside, but it's a fruit from the Andes called a "cherimoya." Where on earth would you ever find something like this besides at a Co-Op? The Andes. That's it.
Co-Ops: making the world a more diverse place one weird fruit and tub of fertilizer worms at a time.