I think the point is that it feels good to know where your food (or wine) comes from. And I will admit that the "goody two-shoes" vibe increases if you're pushing around a couple of kids. (A couple of kids at the farmers market, that it. Not the local vineyard. I would imagine that having a bunch of toddlers running underfoot while you're swishing & spitting $55 wine would decrease your level of superiority.) I frankly love having my boys covered in red juice as they shove fresh strawberries and dirt into their mouths. And there's something sort of cool about the three-year-old using a garlic stalk as a wand / sword / brother-beater.
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I suppose it's the sense of being a part of something that makes me feel special, and thus a tad superior. Like going to see a friend's band perform at a bar and screaming "I know him!" the whole time. I'm pretty sure that tomorrow morning, when I'm cracking eggs I bought today from the cool red-headed mohawked guy, I'll be in the kitchen yelling, "I know him! I totally know him!" And I will start my day feeling "better than."