You know what I love? What absolutely delights me in the most unimportant, trivial sort of way, but a way that is completely satisfying in its insignificance?
I love when I'm waiting in line at the grocery checkout and I spy a thick, glossy food magazine, pick it up and flip through it for two minutes, decide in the millisecond before the cashier totals my order that I simply must own it, and take it home to discover that I'd like to try all of the recipes inside, thanks in part to the incredible photographs accompanying each and every dish contained therein.
That is what I love.
The ultimate impulse buy.
