Around the corner and across the street of my Manhattan apartment is a collection of grocery shops at Grand Central station, which I run to whenever I need some last minute items.
I guess you can call this my corner store.
For whenever I need milk and eggs.
For whenever I need a loaf of bread.
Or fruits and veggies.
For whenever I need a wedge of cheese to accompany my bread.
There's so much to choose from...
For the times when I need jams or honey to accompany my cheese.
Or the times when I need salami to make a sandwich.
Or whenever I encounter a recipe that calls for a spice I'm missing in my pantry.
Do I need a reason for this?
For the rare occasion when I am too tired to cook.
And for the many times when I need a special treat.