So, since I needed a few staples, I headed to one of my favorite places in town, the Fancy Grocery Store. I can only go there with the big boys if I have an extra $30 to blow and several hours to spend on the playground, so we only go about once every month or two, but if I had it my way I would live next door and spend each morning standing in the middle of the giant produce department
There was a close parking spot in the Customer With Child parking area and getting James out was so easy I felt kind of guilty taking it. I spent a gloriously long time in the produce section, running my eyes over the huge bunches of spinach and kale. Smelling all the apples and oranges. With no idea what to make for dinner tonight I just picked out whatever looked the best. Two watermelon quarters, a big bunch of spinach. I took an extra lap just to make sure I'd really seen everything, then found myself in the fish market where, because I could hear the thoughts in my own head, I said to myself "Hey, Charlie's been asking for fish tacos. I should do that for dinner tonight. They wrapped up my tilapia and put it on ice for me and then I spent ten glorious minutes picking out the perfect sauces to go with it (I ended up with some Hatch Green Chile salsa and some sour cream to mix it with).
Next stop was the cookie and muffin buffet, which James is very familiar with. He started up the Oliver Twist "more" routine as soon as we rounded the corner and since he was the only one there, I treated him to a banana granola muffin so he would have something to munch on while I picked out my cookies (Kitchen sink and pretzel logic, SWOON). The tortillas I picked up next for our tacos were still piping hot and I had to resist the urge to hold them to my cheek and sing "I Must Have Done Something Good" from the Sound of Music. Good food is a beautiful thing.
I scooped up some of the bulk pico de gallo and chimichurri salsa (and passed up a good three others that I also wanted to try) on the way to the register and resisted the urge to stock up on the family-size casseroles in the deli as I passed by. I did not, however, resist the urge to pick up two dark chocolate with sea salt bars next to the register. And the most delicious cup of iced tea I've ever had. And a mozzarella, basil, and tomato sandwich. You know, to go with the cookies and the tea.
It was glorious. And very, very decadent. And somehow, even with all that lingering and browsing only took an hour and only cost $40. And James still took a nap when I got home, so I should probably go take a shower and change my shirt now. Nah, it's summer break.