Saturday, February 2, 2013

on star provisions

i dont think it's possible want to love star provisions more than i do. despite that my chocolate croissant was a little crispy today, and the people sitting next to me make me feel rat race-y with their Senior Consultant jobs and Expensed Bacchanalia Dinners and Working At Scoutmob, i love the rows and rows of mexican wedding cookies and chocolate crinkles. the tray of brightly colored cupcakes, and fridge full of lemon meringue tarts and valrhona chocolate cakes. the ham and gruyere croissants, and house made sausage, and the wall in the back of crispy baguettes and olive bread, this beautiful brown golden color just like in paris.

i love the guy who recognizes me already, and who saves a chocolate croissant for the girl who comes in every saturday, and all the regulars, and the friendly cute guy who comes in after 12.

you get your breakfast pastry, and just sit there daydreaming for a bit, taking in the ambience. the tiny birdcages with gold birds inside the size of your thumb. the rows of premium steak lined up, next to the charcuterie and stack after stack of beautifully formed pate. the old people who get it, who get that if you can afford the bougie schtick we're in, then life is about the subtle enhancement of the everyday quality of life. the 4pm lemon cookie. the buttery croissant. the wooden spinning top the size of a quarter.

and then you realize there is no need to buy your meat at publix and freeze it. you can buy a fresh cut here, and drive two minutes to your house. there is no excuse to forgo the wine/bread/fruit/pate picnic when the weather warms up, because these are the things that make your life subtly better.

sure, new job. bigger car. nicer house. date up. do the big things.

but do the small things too, and love every second of the art of becoming familiar.

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