There is a crappy red mat that reads WELCOME at the door. NONE of the trolleys work. There is a bucket in nearly every isle collecting water dripping from the ceiling and always a cleanup in isle 3 going on. But it is the closest one and I can always get a park out the front, which I believe is due to the fact that it is so disgusting that no normal sane person would shop there.
Oh and it always smells like curry.
I go to Franklins to buy tampons, tissues, toilet paper and other things you do not need to eat. I whizz around in a rapid pace and am usually in and out in under 20 minutes.
You see I have stopped buying fresh food from the supermarket since I discovered Aussie Farmers Direct and Highland Farm Meats. You know the paddock to the plate type enterprises that cut out the corporate fat cats who are ripping our farmers off?
I love getting my delivery each week, but this week I had a puzzling thing in my box.
I ask you darling reader, what is it called and how does one prepare this yellow penis-like fruit/vegetable?
