Before it arrived, Florence shopped at the Essex Street Market until it was impossible to do so. Then she switched over to the Fruit Man
, Chinatown and the expensive organic place, Commodies but only for the olive oil. Her fridge was filled with pots of healthy salt-free food she hated eating.
I didn't shop at all. My fridge was filled with order-up cartons and very little food resembed anything close to how it started out in this world .
Then Trader Joe's opened. A weekly offering of organic bananas to Florence began along with other exciting little things that for a while made food exciting to her again.
And soon after that I was figuring out how to heat things up without burning down the building and trying out different spreads and sauces on semi-burnt food.
These days, there's rarely any take-out containers in my fridge and most of the food looks like how it arrived on this earth.
And there's always organic bananas.