rainy days

rainy days are good for strolling through st. lawrence market oohing and aahing over fresh veggies healthful pasta made from wheat harvested on thursday or root vegetables that are rapidly rising in price. quiiiick! or for eating teeny tiny cheese samples that you can barely pick up with a toothpick but you forgive the lady for cutting so small because she is wonderful and cares deeply for her product and you wish she was your great aunt. or for dipping pretzels into mustard samples that are crusting over a bit from being left out all day not to mention the pools of fat in the middle from pork that's been undercooked and then doused in the grainy substance. and you're a vegetarian but that's ok because you've been known to eat tipsy poutine while just removing the bits of bacon from your delectable soggy fries. or for sitting in a drizzly park under a cheap umbrella while sipping on an iced coffee given to you by a girl by the name of jerusalem who's made it far far too sweet for your liking but you drink most of it anyway to not waste money. or for popping into that charming nicholas hoare bookstore (which rhymes) to warm up and look at cookbooks on persian cuisine with lots of pomegranate or chocolate cakes with delicate latticework carefully placed around the circumference which is all making you very hungry. or for flipping through funny coffeetable books on things like notes with elaborate notes by french artists from the turnoftheothercentury who refused to do something as mundane as write a packing list instead drawing out each thing they needed to bring on their trip making you think that you should draw everything and then fill your walls with funny little pictures of poorly drawn shirts and jackets and shoes with laces and pleated skirts. so maybe i will.