I HATE to shop — really hate it. I go to the store before God is awake to avoid women with a dozen kids driving semis down the aisles (without signaling); I pay for a business membership at Sam’s Club so I can make it to the toilet paper mountain without being crushed. But there is an exception — and that is Trader Joe’s. We’ve had one location in Albuquerque for a few years, but it was way off my beaten path. Now, I have my own Trader Joe’s. It’s only a couple of miles down the road.
After work today I rushed home to feed our babies. I noticed the goat’s milk supply was low. The first quart of goat’s milk I had purchased at the store at which I buy chicken backs and necks. It cost $6.39. But I wanted to get some “handcrafted” frozen burritos, and THE BEST frozen roasted corn which are Trader Joe’s products. I checked out their goat’s milk when I went in — only $2.99 a quart (now the boyz can eat all they want). Joe’s flower bouquets are beautiful. Vicki would still be there taking photos. They carry local wines — the St. Claire Malvasia is splendid with cheese and pears. The produce is so fresh that it’s unaware it’s no longer on its branch or vine. Oh, I so heart Trader Joe’s!