For the last two months, I've developed a routine. Make sure I have $40 cash on Wednesday so I could to the the market on the way home from the bus stop. My shopping list was usually the same every week:
First stop was to the stall at the far end, where they had melons. I'd choose some obscure variety of melon and maybe a green pepper or two. Next to that was the bakery stall, where I'd get a baguette of olive bread, and a demi-baguette of white bread. Then to the meat stall for either a chunk of Mennonite summer sausage, or a package of wild game sausages. Last, I'd hit up the veg seller for a chat and some potatoes and/or beans.
It was so nice to go there and be able to chat with the vendors, who knew me by sight, if not by name. And I know it will feel like torture to have to take the long bus to go to the grocery store, where the clerks don't care and the food isn't nearly as good.
I'm sure I could wax philosophical about this topic, but it's late and I just got back from tae kwon do...So I need to go pass out now, ha ha ha!
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I'm tempted to whisk you away, to the Shwarma Palace, just a skip on Carling. But that prolly just be a self indulgent that I'll keep to meself P
btw - I'm in the 3 buildings on the other side of Woodridge :D
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