Smoky cheeses the color of gourds.
Savory meats flecked with snow-white fats.
Glistening oils and fizzy wines sloshing in green bottles.
This is how I see things when I go to the grocery store: it’s poetry to me.
My husband used to joke that I had “produce seduction” anytime I shopped. Doesn’t everyone else swoo…
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