grocery love

Dominic and I spent a lot of time in the grocery store. We had a little signal we'd do when one of us got lost. We had a pattern we walked every night. We also had this game. The game is: find the most disgusting thing you can (be it some new flavor of Twinkies, or pickled pigs' feet) and try to sneak it in the cart. Bonus points if they get several aisles away before they notice. You win if the other person actually pays for, like, a whole chicken in a 17 ounce can.

The last year we were together—which, actually, was only the second Valentine's day we'd really been through—I was living in Portland, and he was unwilling or unable to come visit, I can't remember. But I made him this: