spice Girl

The first time the guy who tends to the spices section (among others) at Whole Foods noticed me rooted in front of the display, gazing at the arrangement as if regarding a painting in a museum, he asked if I needed assistance. I’m not sure if it was that time that I was in search of marjoram, but I do know that he made a special trip to a secret spice stash to find it (successfully). He likes when I tell him that I’m just there admiring his work and “visiting all the friends”. It’s lovely when appreciation is appreciated.

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