of shopping trips, or being tripped by shopping [intro to my life with M]

Instance one: he goes for black tea. He comes back with croissants and goat cheese. He forgets the tea.

Instance two was even better -

And then he comes back from an ordinary, run-of-the-mill morning [relatively speaking*] shopping trip for sausages and possibly croissants, brandishing:

Exhibit A: unknown object which, after investigation, turns out to be a pack of beans ["damn, I thought they were sweets!"]

Exhibit B: tooth-cringingly sweet chocolate pralines, which he insists on feeding me;

Exhibit C: oh wait, tooth-cringing title belongs to the baclava, feeding remains unchanged [sweets before breakfast! blasphemy!]

Exhibit D: an unknown fruit, which is possibly an avocado, because "it was just there". To my exasperated: "What am I supposed to do with it?" I heard:

- I don't know. Love it?


Well. Indeed.







*It was breakfast we were making. There were eggs and all. It was also 4:30. p. m.