After Noah and I took in our Whole Foods haul we stomped our feet, spun in circles and yelped.
Noah: “If we lived in an apartment we would be homeless.”
We each drank a beer and had one of the two crackers that were left with Kite Hill cheese.
We excitedly talked about vegan cheeses with a gray-haired man at Whole Foods. We looked in his cart and asked if we could come over for dinner, asked what kind of jazz he liked.
Noah’s goal is to be able to pick up vegan cheese without thinking about it.
“Can you imagine being wealthy and stupid enough to buy these pre-cut vegetables? – I can, it would be awesome.”