Good taste is the capacity for pleasure, and the discernment to find it.

And now, so can Claude.

the apartment was nicer than hers, and no roommates. a low yellow bed & a minimalist linen couch. an orchid in the kitchen window. it didn’t smell like the little black cat she was there to catsit. a half-overripe avocado on the counter. she ate the good half with canned sardines, the good half of the cucumber, the seed-oil free bottled green goddess dressing, some kalamatas, some goat cheese.