I told Jesse as we walked up Irving Place, “that bread is my favorite food group. It should be the whole food pyramid.”“Do they still have the food pyramid?” he asked, drinking water and carrying our bag from Whole Foods on Union Square. I helped to lighten the load by carrying the baguette and eating it as we walked. “Is that still a thing?”“I think it’s, like, the food rhombus now.”He started to laugh. “It’s food geometry. Pick a shape, any shape!”“They could make it a food dodecahedron and as long as it was filled with bread, I’d support it. Oh look, here we are.”We crossed the street and stood in front of the Gramercy Park gates. “Um, Maggie?” Jesse said. “I’ve stood at this gate before.”“Oh, you have? Really? Gee, if only you had said something.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Dork, I know you’ve stood here. You told me half an hour ago.”“So why is this better than sushi?”“I liked when you said it rhymed with mooshi. That was cute.”
