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Pra mim essa foi a melhor parte da excursão das culturas especiais da Califórnia. Às 7 da manhã num campo em Salinas, com névoa e frio, visitamos um campo lindo de folhas verdes pra salada enquanto as verduras eram colhidas manualmente, lavadas e empacotadas ali mesmo. As alfaces eram uma visão da perfeição. Deu vontade de arrancar as folhas e comer ali mesmo. Não fiz porque sei que tem muitos animais [ratos, golphers, lesmas, etc] além da terra, e as folhas não são limpas quanto parecem. O trabalho desse pessoal na colheita é brutal. Faz a gente dar um pouco mais de valor para os ingredientes que trazemos para casa e que acabam no nosso prato.