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.