Josh had spent the afternoon doing a market run to stock the kitchen. There was nothing like it in New York City. The produce here should be on cooking shows, not sitting out for purchase. The freshness and unblemished quality was astonishing and he ended up buying far more than he needed.
What did supermodels eat anyway? Thinking of Melanie’s healthy look, he’d guess that she ate less, but very high quality. She had none of the gauntness so common in her profession, so he worried less about calories and more about being nutrient dense and flavorful.
He’d begin with a minestrone soup. He wandered Pike Place Market, selecting the root vegetables he’d need, spring spinach for iron, and fresh herbs. It was crowded with jostling shoppers browsing the stalls. He bought a fresh-orange gelato
