I really like food. Yesterday my family and i were in a park in the city and gathered around a huge chunk of juicy watermelon, and i discovered a new found passion for the fruit. it is like no other melon. the water part. all other melons bow down to the watermelon. it is even way bigger. and when you bite into it there are little cells of juicy explosions. You almost inevitably cannot contain it, as the juice spills out of the corners of your mouth. wet hands. wet table. wet children. I was glad we were eating outside and not in our kitchen.

Right now i am fantasizing about a big thick bowl (preferably in hand made pottery) of split pea rosemary soup (with great grandmas silver sugar spoon). and a thick slice of homemade wheat bread with soft hand churned butter spread on top. First i would take a picture, then eat it outside on my porch, if it was daytime. and bask. just bask.

man i am hungry, maybe i should eat something. now would be a very bad time to go grocery shopping.