from nytimes.com: When I was growing up, my father was fond of ordering steaks through the mail. When they arrived, my sister and I gleefully danced around the icy packages and argued over who got to open them. I can still remember marveling at the novelty of meat arriving in the same pile as regular letters, and our amazement that it tasted as good as — if not better than — the beef we purchased in the supermarket. I experienced a similar kind of delight last week, when an appropriately hip delivery guy arrived on my doorstep in Brooklyn and handed me two grocery bags overflowing with fresh produce and goods from a new online service, Good Eggs.
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