Yesterday when I ended up in Southlake for the second time I decided to hit Central Market for birthday flowers for a friend. We love Central Market. We have spent date nights and family home evening activities admiring the gorgeous, rarefied produce, prowling the aisles and collecting random things like fresh mandarins, McVities biscuits, blood-orange soda and a lump of Saran-wrapped cheese named Kirkham.
Last night I was exceptionally disciplined and ignored the shortbread, walked right past the baskets of crusty rosemary loaves fresh from the oven, turned away from the bread pudding in the pastry cases (see a theme here?) and was all the way to the floral department before I got stuck. Central Market generally has a nice selection of interesting bouquets, but last night the only thing calling to me was a plain sleeve of vivid orange Gerbera daisies. I should have asked to have them wrapped with a smart bow and left it at that, but no, I thought I could do better. I began to experiment with various combinations. Nothing worked. The store employee aka "foodie" helpfully suggested several options. Nothing worked. Twenty minutes, one antsy friend, and a relieved foodie later, I left with a slender vase holding five vivid orange Gerbera daisies, one hydrangea puff, two blades of lemongrass and a lime green and orange plaid bow.
Next time I hope I have the sense just to take the daisies and run.
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