A return my type of food

I've now settled into my beautiful rented apartment in Recoleta and for the first time since the end of September, I have an empty refrigerator all to myself. After almost 7 months of eating what's on the menu, I can finally buy and eat exactly what I want. Oh, the pure, unadulterated joy of pushing a shopping cart through the produce section of an urban supermarket and picking up crisp green lettuce, firm red tomatoes, crunchy delicious apples, entire carrots... and hefting big jugs of milk and real orange juice into my knapsack. The thrill of sitting in my light-filled little dining area and eating a breakfast of crunchy granola cereal, real milk and fresh fruit rather than butter-soaked media-lunas and jam-slathered cold toasts. Granted I'd forgotten that my own kitchen means washing my own dishes. A fair trade-off, I'd say. - 30 -