How pathetic is this: the highlight of your week is going to a new grocery store. It isn’t just a trip someplace you haven’t been. It’s an event. It’s what my life has come to.
Today another ISE wife, her kids, Kaitlyn and myself turned the day into a new grocery store adventure. They came over for lunch…. I grilled hot dogs… they brought home baked cookies (chocolate chip, so Kaitlyn ever so politely said eeeew.) … we hit the tourist office (not for grocery store information) and then to the ultimate. The new store. It isn’t even a new store. Just new to us.
It wasn’t the biggest store I’d been in. You couldn’t do your weekly shopping there. (no flour, pretzels, ice cream or soda) But I’d like to try. It had the best produce I’ve seen anywhere. Huge sweet potatoes. Okra. I don’t even know how to cook it but I almost bought some just because it was there. Luckily, I was taken over by common sense. The seafood counter didn’t reek like the back alley a block off the beach. The meat was all in a butcher case to be freshly cut. Nothing pre-packaged.
I asked Bill if I’d have made such a big deal about a new grocery store in the US. Would I have called up a friend and said ooh… there ‘s a new Harris Teeter down the street we just have to go… come for lunch first! No. But he says I would have happily made an event out of checking out a new grocery store. Although in the old days, that lunch would have meant eating out.
So, Okra appears at that new store. I just don’t know how that woman has time to do her show, publish a magazine, and make appearances at a grocery in Frnace.
Frnace is a suburb of France, on the lee side of the docks in downtown Paris, overlooking the aqueduct
This D.A.D. person is quite amusing!