I’d never been excited by cornflakes before. Sure, as a child there may have been appeal in the promise of a plastic toy buried inside special packs. Still, never had I cradled a box of cereal with such gratitude as I did this Sunday. Soup.Baked beans.Chopped tomatoes. Scarcely can I remember the sight of tins like these evoking such thankfulness, stirring such joy, drawing such affection. Frozen pizza. I ushered it into my possession as willingly and eagerly as if it were being delivered…
Nancy caloca maytorena