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Two heathens headed out for bagels on Passover weekend. Oops.

Izzy's was closed today, and will be until next Friday. Good thing R and I made it in last week! (Can you imagine what would have happened to poor moonlightnrain's brain if Izzy's had been closed then?)

Anyway, disappointed but undaunted, we walked maybe 50 feet to a small crowd of people standing outside two adjacent breakfast places. Cafe Brioche had a table for two available, and soon we were sipping bowl-sized mugs of coffee and anticipating pancakes, eggs, and, for moonlightnrain, brioche.

I think it was the coffee, or the mugs, or both. We looked moonily at each other (as, our friends know, we are wont to do), and I said, "Let's go to France for our honeymoon." Our smiles grew larger, and as we talked about where we would go and what we would do, grins approached "shit-eating" magnitude. We held hands and giggled like adolescent sweethearts, only without the zits and insecurity.

Still in fantasy mode, we shifted from honeymoon to everyday domestic bliss. We wanted eggs to decorate, and moonlightnrain wanted SOS pads to shine the kitchen sink. Next stop: eco-groovy suburbanite Disneyland, aka Whole-Foods-on-a-Saturday.

I hope no one thinks we got out of there with only the items on our list. I'm not sure that's even allowed at Whole Foods. First of all, it only made sense to pick up some of our favorite noodle bowls. Then, inspired by breakfast, we clearly needed to extend our stay in la Belle F. by planning a lunch of Brie and baguette. My roundabout way out of the bread section set me on a collision course with the bakery, where I had to at least look at all the pretty frosted pastries.

When, what to my wondering eyes did appear, but our wedding colors, in miniature: rows of chocolate cupcakes featured gorgeous frosting, including the exact green and blue we've been having trouble pinning down. I'm sure you'll understand that we had to buy one of each. For reference. My camera battery is charging, but I'll post a picture of them soon...

So, having gotten our bread, and after a small detour, we headed off toward the cheeses. A lovely brie, and two perfectly sized chunks of Humboldt Fog and goat cheese with truffles (again, wedding research), and we were ready to go. Until we stumbled across the guys offering samples of sparkling white jasmine tea. Nonalcoholic (<0.5%), yet easily as celebratory as champagne, this stuff will definitely be at the wedding. A bottle of it also ended up in our basket - we have to let our non-drinking friends try it, right?

And then we were truly finished. We also got some eco-groovy cleaning supplies, but I'll spare you the play-by-play. moonlightnrain and I get excited by these things, but we realize that not everyone shares our fascination.

I am not a religious girl, but as a dyed-in-the-wool heathen, I reserve the right to thank the incredible stars that have charmed this relationship from the very beginning. With my fiancee, breakfast and grocery shopping are transcendent experiences. And I get to look forward to this for the rest of my life.