The Roo-girl and I have a new passion: The specialty grocery store known as Trader Joe's.
If you aren't lucky enough to live in one of the nine states where Trader Joe's live, then I pity you.
After all, TJ's is the home of such wondrous treats as Candy Cane Joe-Joe's (something NO household should be without for the holidays) and some incredible peanut butter cups that give Reese's a run for their money.
It's also the home of organic treats and vegetarian and vegan delights.
Roo and I like it there. We are relatively recent converts to the awesomeness of Trader Joe's, but we are fervent in our enthusiasm.
Stopping there after cheer practice is a frequent pleasure.
This weekend, though, we went just because.
The journey started with this question, as Roo scoured the shelves for her favorite honey-roasted snack:
"Where are my nuts???"
And I promptly burst into hysterics ... because I AM a 12-year-old boy, after all.
Crossposted at From the Planet of Janet
I love TJ's!
I'm a 12-year old boy at heart as well. I live in Portland, OR, which has a huge and thriving street-food scene--you can get just about any type of food imaginable from one of the 100's of food carts around the city. One of our favorite carts is Lucille's Balls, which specializes in meat balls, vegan balls, etc. You can probably imagine all of the gigggling "balls" conversations dinner at Lucille's inspires!
Posted by: Sheryl | October 25, 2010 at 12:09 PM
I just hope she doesn't try that line when she's with a (ahem) boyfriend!
Posted by: Daisy | October 25, 2010 at 09:02 PM