 Dara and I browsed through a supermarket busy celebrating National Cake Frosting Month. The store was aglow with front aisle displays of Pillsbury confetti spreads and Betty Crocker’s new buttery whipped gold icing. This new creamy concoction was especially exciting because it was flecked with bits of edible gold sugar granulates that sparkled under the supermarket day-glo.
Dara and I ran carelessly from aisle to aisle, bumping into the carts filled with boxes of cake flour and pints of ready-to-spread frosting. The produce section was located at the back of the store and completely empty with the exception of one lone tangerine. A misty spray of water spat from an overhead pipe. Its purpose was to keep the vegetables glistening and moist but here it served only to make mud from the grim at the bottom portion of the fruit and vegetable bins. |
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