So I was in Woodbridge on Monday and went into an Italian grocery store to pick up some lamb chops for dinner. The first thing I see when I walk in the door is a display of these cans. The next few minutes spent thinking about what if Emma ran a tomato paste factory in Italy and named it after herself…hey, what if we ran it together…a sprawling countryside vista full of tomato plants…a rustic 400 year old villa overlooking our land. Emma and I walking hand in hand down pathways between our tomato  plants… Then the cashier asked if I wanted a tin of (“Emma”) tomato paste. I said “Sure, why not?” A pic of my memento of a few minutes daydreaming about Emma and Italy.

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