Last weekend, I set about the business of grocery shopping, selecting a little of the organic this, and some vegetarian that, and a bit of whole sprouted grain something-or-other. I passed by many of the middle aisles, with no temptation to purchase the sugary, processed crap that lurks there. I lingered in the produce aisle, as my new game is to purchase some type of produce I’ve never cooked before and then figure out what to do with it. About halfway through the supermarket, I realized that over the course of the past several years, I had become that person. You know, the …