Bread, Eggs, Milk, Buffalo

When I’m all done with grad school next summer, there’s a possibility that instead of moving to New Orleans, I’ll end up in D.C. (Boo.) New Orleans keeps taking a licking, no doubt, but I still love that city and dream of calling it home, for better or worse. Case in point: how can you not love a place where deer and buffalo watch over you, ensuring a healthful and humble choice of produce?

Technically the Casey Jones Supermarket is in Gretna, but I’m gonna let it slide this time.)