My life is my grocery list, seems like it doesn't change much even though the prices do.
Like when I was around eight and unaware of our one bedroom room apartment being meager, but hated the liver and onions that I was supposed to be "thankful for". It was hard to be thankful for that iron filing bile in the back of my throat, but I understand now what it means to be hungry, and thankful.
Eggs, cheese, grapes, bananas only if they aren't too green.
I remember when milk was less than two dollars a gallon. When I had my first one bedroom castle where the one true queen came and cleaned my bachelor's crusted kitchen.
Pasta, red wine, romaine, chicken.
The first time I made a girl dinner I was 12, she was golden in the candlelight. When we walked outside in the firefly fall air, she showed me how you could eat a Honeysuckle and we kissed with petal soaked lips. I have not made my wife dinner in a while
White chocolate, cream cheese, blackberries, shortbread cookies