I’m making pizza.
My yeast refused to proof, so I drove around the corner to the market for a jar of leavening. The stuff promises it’ll last forever as long as you take proper care of it. But, in my experience, yeast has a definite refrigerator shelf-life, no matter how carefully I maintain the temperature.
So, I’m standing in line to pay for my purchase and I look up to see an old couple in front of me. One of those duos that have been married so long they look alike.
Salt and pepper hair cut haphazardly and possibly with a vacuum cleaner attachment.
Faded denim–a skirt for her and overalls for him.
Soft, deeply lined faces.
Eyes such a pale blue they’re almost the same gray as the matching denim.
This couple watches the cashier ring up a half a chicken and a tub of what my grandma always…
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