Am I sad that limited grocery runs mean more Cafe Hey lunch excursions for the next TEN days? Absolutely not! I used today as the first of many excuses to mangia mangia on new-to-me menu items I’ve neglected over the past few years.
Seeing Mushroom Miso soup as the soup du jour meant only one thing: my favorite specials board knows me all too well. I ordered the cup of warmth and a half of the hummus and fresh veggie sandwich. I waited patiently for my order, catching up on my Scramble with Friends queue (KVGator, add me!), thinking about how I take Cuban bread for granted.
And then I spotted this “local is the new black” sign and got a little giddy. Because I appreciate local businesses. Because supporting local businesses is something my mom has encouraged for as long as I can remember. And what do you know… I’m ten days away from living in a place where local isn’t the new black, it just IS.