Dear West Side Market,
I know we just met, but I love you already. I have often dreamed of being neighbors with a market like you. Dare I say, I have even fantasized about strolling your aisles, lazily running my fingers across your vine ripe produce, the strap of my reusable grocery bag sliding from my shoulder as I ponder the perfect place to begin.
But even in my most elaborate fantasies I never envisioned all you have to offer a girl like me. I must confess that your pork, poultry, and grain fed beef took me by surprise.
Quail eggs? Oh my!
I thought those were reserved for late night cooking shows, not something to discover and experience first hand. Fantasy lover that I am, even I would not have envisioned free-range Amish eggs, tempeh, or a rainbow assortment of lentils.
You temptress you!
In time I’m sure to uncover your flaws, perhaps on a Tuesday or Thursday when your doors are locked and guests are arriving to dine… but for today I am in love with you and your enormous blue recycling containers conveniently located in the parking lot.
The New Kid on the Block
P.S. Parking Garage not connected to my building – we have to talk!