A bag of beans from my thrifty days still gives me pause
Bean soup was my go-to cheap meal back in my apartment days. I never thought about where the beans came from. Now, I know more about farm worker struggles. There was a winter I bought beans from a brand with bad farmer treatment. My budget forced my hand, but it felt wrong. I needed to feed myself, so I did it. These days, I look for fair trade options when I can. It's a small change, but it matters to me.