didn’t make me cry

Strolling through a wonderful little grocery store today called the Food Lover’s Market in beautiful Westport, CT, I came across the pre made refrigerator section.  A package of chicken herb empanadas were placed in basket along with tomato cous cous when I noticed a container filled with sliced apples and cheddar cheese cubes.  It was the last one left.  I just kept looking at the contents: apples and cheese, cheese and apples.  Pre made.  See, we used to have this odd little food ingestion in common.  On our second date, I couldn’t find my cell phone in my purse and while pulling everything out…my dented fugi came too.  Which then opened our discussion to eating apples with cheese….preferably gouda.  When I first went to his apartment we had apples and cheese.  When we took road trips together, we were sure to pack the pair.  When we were looking into purchasing property, we would always question if there was a good view for sitting and eating apples and cheese.  It became our rhythm.  And it dawned on me while looking at one of the slices that was beginning to brown a tad…I hadn’t eaten that fruit and dairy since January.  Since before the time we broke up.  I put the packaged back down on it’s empty shelf and then wondered over to the gourmet candy section and got lost in sugared coated lemon drops and swirled lollipops.  Mother’s day is tomorrow, let’s see what I could get Casey.