Glory be to God for dappled things...--Gerard Manley Hopkins
This is a great city for produce-shopping. The tomatoes taste like summer afternoons. The apples are crisp, some of them so tart they make you pucker, some mellow and sweet. The produce is flavorful, fresh, generally local, and also often misshapen and spotted.
Our sixteen year old is fine with some odd shapes and colors, but it really bothers our little ones. Before she eats anything, Eleanor takes a careful inventory of every freckle, color variation, or bulge, asking if it's OK to eat. I hadn't realized before how uniform the stuff I buy at American supermarkets is.