A Whole Story
It’s been at least a year in coming…signs plastered in a vacant lot that told of a Whole Foods finally coming into town, brewing excitement for me comparable to my girlfriends reactions when it was announced that high end couture shops would be opening up at the mall. I couldn’t have cared less about the latter but the former? I had it written down in my planner, had a plan of attack, and knew just what I wanted before I even went.
To me, food isn’t just about nourishment. It extends beyond survival. It’s the pleasure of watching your fork sink into a freshly baked pie and the gooey cherries oozing out. It’s about the crust that cracks from an artisanal loaf, just waiting to be slathered with butter and jam. It’s about the abundance of colorful produce that gleam and glisten, trundled in baskets, begging to be taken home with you for supper or those thick slabs of meat that you can just imagine grilling over an open flame, sputtering in its own juices in its special seductive way.
XOXO (from a little baby food heaven),
Your Squishy Monster ^.~