Day 46. Epicurious

I am a tree growing in a forest of resurrection fern. Surrounded always by the fickle leaves that turn dry and brown without constant water. While my roots plunge ever downward, theirs cling like parasitic tendrils to me. How desperate each adiantum must be for even just a mist, for with it they spring alive again. How much further can I dig before it is all stone and sand and I like the ferns turn my leaves up and hibernate, and wait for earth to open up and welcome me back? What shall become of the ferns?

This was my thought as I bought groceries today. Durian fruit? Check. Instant ramen? Of course. But wait. What is this? Have I finally found the perfect pairing for my Marmite and Finn Crisp crackers? I believe I now have all the ingredients for the Holy Grail of poor food choices. It is because I found these. And I bought them. Tomorrow's lunch should be sensational.

Culture! Life! This is what food is when you shop in the hinterlands and the shadow of Publix.