During this halcyon time, a person could go to a place called a "grocery store" and find everything she could possibly want (except sometimes spelt flour) to cook or bake, no matter what the season. Here is a scene that was perfectly ordinary in our lives at this point: me, pushing my personal shopping cart into the house after a mundane shopping trip that did not involve running down and harpooning a mutant squirrel or wrestling people from a neighboring tribe for a few acorns.
Look at what bounty we had available to us!
(And also, the cart was useful as a clothes-dryer once we'd put the food away.)
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