Sometimes we just need a good memory
When I was a kid there was this grocery store called the Fresh Market. It was sort of a forerunner of Whole Foods or similar. Lots of good food, kind of expensive, but really unique stuff. It was just far enough away that it was a special trip to go there. As I age I've come to appreciate good, fresh ingredients, but this was when I was a kid. And as a kid, the thing I remember most about the Fresh Market was the jelly bean display. I suppose these days it would seem pretty mundane, but for me it was great. Gourmet beans of every type in plastic containers, and big old scoop to get them out. I loved the way their shells clicked against the scoop, the smooth rustle as they slid into the bag, their weight in the plastic. I loved eating them one at a time.
Anyway. It's a good memory for me. That is all.