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And one more thing to say - I love going to the HEB Central Market, the upscale grocery store, because while it's got a lot of oofy, gourmet, overpriced stuff and not a lot of the generic crap I usually get, it smells right. You don't ever smell anything in a modern grocery store unless they've just taken the loaves of French bread out of the oven or the fried chicken out of the deep fryer and have placed them on racks next to the checkout stands at 5:15 PM in order to lure hungry shoppers into buying them.
In the Central Market closest to me, you walk directly into this enormous produce section, and you can smell the produce. And then you go through the meat and seafood section, and you can smell the fish and the meat. I get sense-memories of when I lived in Africa, with the markets there.
And that is why it's sometimes worth spending too much money.
In the Central Market closest to me, you walk directly into this enormous produce section, and you can smell the produce. And then you go through the meat and seafood section, and you can smell the fish and the meat. I get sense-memories of when I lived in Africa, with the markets there.
And that is why it's sometimes worth spending too much money.
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T]I think the French turned that feeling into an art form, the one of spending excess every once in a while to indulge a need for quality.
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The reason I can't make my own bread, besides the I HAVE NO TIME thing, is a legacy of tenosynovitis in my wrist - while my wrist pain is mostly gone, I can't knead without screwing up my wrists and making them hurt. One day I shall have a bread machine of my very own, but until then, decent bread is fairly cheap at Albertson's.
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That is TRAGIC. We have a nice Italian place here which is very expensive to eat at, but they sell great fresh bread for fairly good prices.
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