A post-work drive to the local farm market.
Picked up some old school green grapes, not the steroid enhanced grapes (seemingly & allegedly) that you see in all the grocery stores.
I had thought them a thing of the past until discovering their existence here.
A taste and biting texture remembered and savored from my youth.
Or at least from before someone had the thought that making everything bigger was better.
And also added a slab of peanut butter fudge to my shopping cart.
It's not quite mom's fudge but it's yummy in its own way.
Now I know what to expect in heaven.
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