LUCY BURDETTE: You've all met our Jungle Red friend Pat Kennedy before. She garnered a lot of press for her post on Bad Boyfriends. A couple of weeks ago we were chatting online and the subject of food coops came up. I remembered carving up giant blocks of cheese in a member's garage after the delivery. Pat remembered--well I'll let her tell it!
PAT KENNEDY: Food Co-ops. Remember them? Back in the 1970s, a food co-op suggested more than just a whiff of “hippie-dippy” oddity. Except perhaps the Milton Food Co-op, founded and run by a group of solidly middle-aged suburbanites. I don’t think that any of the women wore a head-bandana, or love beads, or fringed vests. And not one of the guys had a scraggly beard grown down to tickle his navel.
Our co-op members worked together to bring in wonderful produce from the Chelsea Markets in Boston, “whole foods” in bulk like rice, beans, dried fruits and more (all before there was a Whole Foods food chain). We had cheese and spices and fish too! I like to think that the food co-op movement kick-started the foodie culture in this country.
As a young mom – and one from the Midwest at that – I had had a very vanilla relationship with the world of food up to that point. Until I moved to New England, I had never eaten squash, nor any kind of cheese other than Velveeta, the Parmesan-shake-powder put out by Kraft, and possibly Cheeze Whiz (can’t remember when it was first marketed). Don’t even ask about seafood. But I did have a sense of culinary adventure, trying out a Julia Child recipe every week from her early TV shows, buying exotic spices for those recipes (tarragon!) and was eager to taste and experience new foods.
Now “food co-op” engenders a time and place that has vanished. I suppose that people who are interested in food co-op-ing now belong to a CSA and get their produce directly from the growers. Today, I could only find two food co-ops in the Boston area where I live (Jamaica Plain and Cambridge, naturally). Here’s a link to a directory of food co-ops across the country.
But still I wonder if there are still young folks who never enjoyed an acorn squash baked with butter and brown sugar, or had shreds of kale floating in a soup, or had a luscious crust of melted Gruyere over Julia Child’s Potato and Sausage Casserole.
So dear Reds and other friends, did you ever belong to a food co-op? And when did you give up the toasted Velveeta cheese sandwich (on Wonder Bread, of course) for a grilled cheddar and Granny Smith apple on whole grain bread?
Patricia Kennedy is a marketing consultant for healthcare organizations. She lives in Boston with her husband Joe, both wonderful and adventurous cooks. For more information on Pat, www.PKCBoston.com.










