Whipped by the co-op real fast for slow food and found this bodacious spectacularly expensive "Heirloom" tomato. I admired it's appearance. Fondled it. Then I saw the price, set it down and kept going.
This never works with shoes either.
The fresh basil reminded me of it almost immediately. The mozzarellas made me think of it again. Nope. My own tomatos would be ripe in a few days. And I have plenty of shoes.
Iwas near the registers when I looked over and saw the "farmbread" - those thick chewy perfect round loaves in their own special case. Free from the confines of plastic, set carefully on perfect shelves, their doughy goodness slightly concealed by the light powdering of flour. They taste like Europe. That was it. I beelined back to "the tomato". I glanced at others but none promised the flavor of the huge semi-gnarly purple-red Heirloom. The most beautiful tomato in the store.
Now for some shoe shopping.