I love you Trader Joe's. No, you are not "my" grocery store. I can't commit to you as my one and only baby. It's not you, it's me. I am tempted by the fruit of another. Sprouts and Sunflower produce trumps you baby, but don't you worry your pretty head about it. You've got my favorite cheese selection and you know how I am about cheese. You know no matter how many times I stray, I'll always come back to you. You don't need to worry about the items I buy at Safeway baby, that's different. That's just shopping. What we have is something more than that.
I love it whenever I discover something new about you. I can't live without your hummus or your mediterranean style yogurt. It reminds me of crisp mornings in the Amphora Hotel in Chania harbor. Of course the honey here will never be as magical as it was in Greece but that's not your fault dear.
I love that you know I'm not made of money. I don't have to flash a lot of brass to impress you and that always makes me feel accepted and appreciated. Even when you're cold, or feeling like you can't give me the things I want (because let's face it you're *always* out of stock on something I really like) I can always find something to make me feel like our time together is special and well worth the effort.
It might be another week or so until our next visit baby, but you know you're gonna be on my mind and when I hunger for something only you can provide, you know I'll be back. I always come back.