The fresh cranberries floating in water got me at the door. I went to Whole Foods last night to pick up a few things, and I ended up roaming the aisles for about an hour. Looking. And tasting.
Once I had what I needed, I decided I needed one more thing. I fought my way back through the maze, and back to where I started.
I wanted what that little girl was playing with. The scoop. The cranberries. When it was clear she wasn't going to relent, I asked her to help me. She served up a big scoop and a smile. It made her day, and mine too, sort of.
For the record, scooping the cranberries was far better than the actual taste. Those are some icky, bitter little bullets. Now what do I do?