
I have bad news and I have seemingly good news that might make you judge me a little.
The bad news is that my CSA is over for the season. Yep, I picked up my last share exactly one week ago today, meaning no more unusual produce, fantastic cuts of local, organic meat or ridiculous abundances of cheddar cheese, eggs and milk—all set to the tune of $25 a week. Nope, I’m back to paying regular grocery store prices. Or I thought I was, until a certain uniformed someone (no, I’m not dating a soldier) offered to help me do something awesome, if not totally illegal and somewhat unethical.
Recognizing my financial plague, she (yes, my uniformed friend is a she) offered to take me to the commissary, which is a grocery store on a military base. Everything is cheaper at the commissary because 1. prices are set low for members of the armed services, no matter where they are stationed and 2. this is probably because (I assume) it’s subsidized by the government. So you can imagine that it would be totally illegal for a civilian—one who has yet to file her 2008 taxes—to shop at there, but I did anyway. And it was awesome.


