I remember packing up my pantry in my apartment in my first marriage (my wife and I were both Navy and stationed apart; we actually lived together longer while divorced than we did while married) and finding food I’d bought that I knew she’d enjoy, when we merged households finally. At that point I knew she’d been having an affair and our marriage was almost certainly doomed. It was all still good. It was all tossed out. I had forgotten all about that, Anna. You picked a powerful metaphor. 💚

For what it’s worth, Deb and I buy food we like all the time and enjoy it together. You never know where another can of love will turn up at an unexpected moment. It goes with everything.

Okay, not beets, obviously. 🙄

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