Just read on NPR's food blog: What Will Make The Food Desert Bloom?
It reminded me of a guy I used to date (when I was in my early twenties) who lived in what I would call South Central. Really, it reminds me of his mother. They lived together in a small apartment above a garage. He was "on a break" from Oberlin, and I really couldn't tell you how they paid the rent. I do know their daily meals were takeout he brought home from the neighborhood fast food joints. They did not have a refrigerator, and I don't remember ever seeing groceries in the house. He was a big guy, but his mother was immense. It was sad really. She never left the apartment. She looked unkempt and unhealthy. And on her mantle was a picture of her in her youth where she looked like a young Diahann Carroll. It was hard to reconcile that bright-eyed young woman with the woman I saw before me. Of course, we all have agency, but I remember wondering to myself how anyone could expect this immensely obese woman to eat well when there was no fresh food outlets within miles of her...
And did I mention that they didn't even have a fridge?
