But the other day I was meditating in my car while I waited for my laundry to be finished. It was sunny and warm outside, so I had my windows cracked. (Open enough to catch a breeze, but not open enough for someone to come by and steal all my stuff off the passenger seat while I focused all my attention on my breath instead of on my surroundings.) I set my cell phone alarm for fifteen minutes.
Somewhere in the zone of maybe-fifteen-minutes-is-up-but-I-shouldn’t-be-keeping-track land, I heard a birdsong. My cell phone alarm is a birdsong. But so is real ambient noise, sometimes. Sometimes there are actual birds singing.
And at that moment it mattered a lot to me which sound it had been, even though the canned birdsong was indistinguishable from the real birdsong.
I think authenticity in food is important to me for the same reason.