Once you reach a certain age, it’s easy to forget what it’s like to fall in love.
That excited fluttering in the stomach when thinking about the object of your affections, the anticipation of sharing time together, the sheer joy of knowing you’ve met your perfect match at last.
I thought it was too late for this to happen again, but now realise there’s no age limit to infatuation:
#98 Allow yourself to be seduced
Harris Farm Markets has decided to favour our town with its presence and I’m smitten.
I’d heard about this market for years from family and friends in Sydney. They’d regale me with stories of the freshest of local fruit and vegetables, the most exotic groceries imaginable, displays to make your head spin, anything and everything a foodie ever dreamed of, and all coming together under one roof. A magical land akin to a Willie Wonka factory but designed for adults.
AND NOW IT’S IN MY TOWN AND IT’S WALKING DISTANCE FROM HOME!
As I think about it, all the adjectives, adverbs, similes and metaphors in my repertoire don’t do it justice. Instead, sit back, relax, and enjoy photographs that display the long lost art of effortless seduction.
From fruit and vegetables …
To deli items …
…to coffee and desserts
… not forgetting a seafood stall and a butchery, a smokehouse and a florist, a juice bar and an on-site baker’s mill—among too many other delights to mention.
I realise I’m in the early days of my infatuation and that the shine will inevitably fade. I’ll emerge from these crazy, heady days of unbridled pleasure with an overstocked pantry, feeling a tad guilty about neglecting the lovely Swedish baker and the excellent bulk food store to the south of the town, the well stocked essential ingredient shop in the town centre and the European deli to the north.
But until that happens, I’m basking in this flood of oxytocin.
And did I mention it’s walking distance from home?