Although May eighth is Archie's seventy-eighth birthday, we started celebrating Wednesday when I went to the new chain convenience store across Wellesley Street from our street. My food bill average has gone up like everyone else's but I seem to come home with all sorts of goodies in season and out.
The first time I went there, I came home with a miniature watermelon as well as 2L. tubs of good ice cream and many other freshest vegetables fish, pork and sliced peameal bacon which I hadn't seen for awhile in less than an entire loin roast size.
The prize across the street though is the smart little café which is owned and operated by an Artist-Cook who makes all the food and leaves a couple of swish young people to look after the beverage services.
Everything is hung up gallery style with little cards next to the opera stating the names of the pieces and the Artist's names. What an oasis! He'll even deliver within the café building on Sundays if the order is in by two o'clock. I'm lucky I don't live there or I'd lose my autonomy relying on his picture-perfect food.
The one time I went there with Archie, I had a crunchy carrot cookie stuffed with dripping good cream cheese icing and tea. Archie had a piece of lemon cake with his coffee.
Well, that's all the latest local tour yielded this past month. God bless.