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| - I've always liked Trader Joe's, but hardly ever went, telling myself I couldn't possibly get everything I needed there. After all, each time I've been, I've gotten the impression it's like a half-market. Perhaps I'm wrong, but I still get that impression. Regardless, I went this past weekend because I wanted to look for my all-time favorite nut mix. Ironically, they didn't have the World Mix variety. I figured while I was there, I'd pick up some milk and look around. I began at the cheeses. I picked up a blend o fontino and asiago. Yum. Then I opted to try Trade Joe's chicken apple sausage. Of course, yams (or sweet potatoes) are a must. I also wandered the aisles, was tempted by a couple items but opted to spend $$ on wine and spirits, instead of garlic olive oil and coffee. Yeah, maybe my priorities are a bit skewed.
Anyway, I was disappointed with their beer selection. I wanted something for the holidays, for the "winter" I pretend is coming, to whet my whistle. I walked away empty-handed. Instead, I picked up 2 reasonably priced bottles of red wine - both intriguing blends. Why not, I thought.
Check out was easy. The cashier was super friendly. She double bagged. Good for her! I walked out feeling victorious, like I had gotten a really good deal. To prove my point, I compared price points between what I spent at Trader Joe's and what I spent at Fry's. Come to find out, everything was less expensive at TJ's. I swear it. Even their baby spinach salad didn't break $2. The skim milk, the yams, the chicken sausage... all less at TJ's. This tells me I need to shop here more often.
The only downside is the crowd. It's always cramped and I feel like I'm in every body's way. I damn sure know everybody is in my way. I don't like dodging people or obstacles. I don't like getting bumped into by carts and huge lady purses. There was even one point after picking up my spinach that I was trapped by two carts. The drivers were oblivious. I stood there, trying to figure out my best route of escape. Finally one lady looked up at me and moved her cart an inch out of the way. That's when I made a run for it.
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