Seriously, Trader  Joe’s is like a blackhole of foodie-goodness. I love it there.   I was considering pulling an Al Bundy and taking up residence in the store (someone tell me you remember that episode?)  Everything I’ve ever wanted is there: Food, Coffee, Pretty Flowers, a shitton of cheese!  When I die, I’d like to be buried in Trader Joe’s.  That being said; I was there for a really long time.  I was so not expecting for this little shopping excursion to eat up half my day.  Alack, those aisles pack in them an intoxicating lifesuck that one must accept.  It’s kind of a hike from my apartment so I only get there every other month or so, therefore I try to make the most out of each visit. 

I’m stocked with artichoke hearts, chocolate covered pretzels, eggs, milk, cheese, veggies, fish, chicken, veggie burgers, fruit, cereal, stevia, coffee, vegan burritos, and about $9000 worth of other stuff I can’t even remember now.  I also bought myself some lunch, which may have been a mistake.  I’ve been jonesing for sushi for a while now, and although I know that TJ’s sushi is not exactly real sushi, it would be enough to quench the craving.  And it did, in a very, very messy way.  I’m not sure why, but their California rolls just disintegrate as soon as you pick them up and usually when I’m holding them over soy sauce which then coats me, my clothes and my floor.  I guess it’s a sign that I should mop.

Lunch

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Brown Rice California Roll