I grew up going to farmer's markets on weekends with my grandparents, and during summer holidays in the south of Italy where my mom is from, an old grocery truck would drive by our house once a week to sell us fresh fruit and vegetables.
I've always loved the simple act of grocery shopping—smelling the earthiness of a tomato vine, feeling the firmness of an avocado, breathing in the sweetness of ripe melon (missing the outside, anyone?)—and so if you asked me a month ago whether I'd be okay with letting someone else do my grocery shopping, I would have said "no way." But that was before the pandemic, and well, here we are.When quarantine first started in New York three weeks ago, I found it so hard to limit the number of trips I take to the.