- Imagine for a moment the simple pleasure of a trip to the grocery store. Remember the first steps into the building. Oh, how the fluorescent lights hum above. Can you remember the particular smell most markets have? The blending of the floral, the produce and the hot deli that makes for a confusing yet comforting feeling of nostalgia? You've been coming here for as long as you can remember, and that smell has never changed.
- The long aisles of consumables are packaged just for you. In the space of your mind trolly along blithely and let whatever location you find yourself in define your meal purchases. Over here you have tinned beef stew. Pick up a loaf of freshly made french bread and some smooth sweet cream butter and you've got an old classic meal that will stick to your ribs and keep you cold over the winter. But if you're in the mood for something more exotic, you could simply visit the next aisle over.
- Chances are though that your beef stew is made of castaways and cut-offs, the dregs of meals made otherwise. That bread? Made up on the other side of the country, shipped and store, refrigerated the whole way no doubt, and plucked from the refrigerator at 3am and popped in the oven. And should your butter really be that brilliantly yellow?
