Today’s post is going to be quick and dirty. I’m finally coming clean.
The object of my desire is consuming my every waking moment and I can no longer keep this secret from you, dear reader.
I’m in love with a grocery store.
I walk down the aisles, mesmerized by the sheer quantity of foods. Cookies from exotic lands. A whole wall of olive oils, some even with mysterious sediments at the bottom of the bottles. Produce that seems to go on forever.
Things I’ve never even known existed, now I want. I crave.
And it’s cheap, too, making my little Midwestern heart race with desire every time I run my fingers over a fresh family pack of hamburger. Affordable vice, you are mine.
Perhaps this is my mid-life crisis.
Sadly, in this cornucopia of fine food, I am unable to find Campbell’s soup. Oh well. Romance is never all it’s cracked up to be.
If you live near Chicago, this paradise of produce is in Niles, the Fresh Farms at Touhy near the Wal-Mart.
You should go. Be sure to say hi.
I’ll be the one with the three kids who are loudly arguing Dora vs. Danimals in the yoghurt aisle.
Even Pollyanna has difficult moments.
All my best,
-liz
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