Trader Joe's is grocery store porn.
Momlogic's Yvette: The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. So here goes, my confession: I'm a Trader Joe's junkie. I have officially become obsessed with grocery shopping and can honestly say that I spend far too much time shopping for, talking about, eating and now writing about the unique grocery store with the laid back vibe.
No, I didn't turn into a grocery store fixated loser overnight. It all started with a simple lunch at a friend's house where she served an incredible ham and gruyere pizza with carmelized onions. It was outrageous and I had to have more, immediately. That led to my first of countless trips to Trader Joe's. At first I had no idea what I was looking for, or what to make of all those bags of frozen food stacked in the freezers or all those pre-packaged foods in the fridge. I left empty handed and frustrated. But then it happened: My girlfriend took me by the hand and walked me down those narrow aisles herself. She filled my cart with things I never would have thought I'd buy -- sea salt caramels, barbecue pulled pork and buckets and buckets of cat cookies. I was hooked.
Since that day, it's been like our very own neighborhood version of telephone. I told two friends and they told two friends and so on and so on. Whenever my girlfriends and I get together, the conversation always turns to our latest Trader Joe's discoveries. We share this information like friends share photos on Facebook. Did you try the peppermint Joe's O's? You have to try the pesto pizza. I can't get enough of the gyoza. My kids love the sweet potato fries.
Now admittedly, my fixation with Trader Joe's is not such a bad thing, I find that I'm saving lots of money on staples like cereal, milk, juice and yogurt -- so that alone make me feel better about my obsession. But here's the problem: I'm so fixated on their food that I find myself eating entire bags of it. I'm devouring whole pizzas, inhaling bags of dumplings meant to serve four people and don't get me started on their desserts -- an entire apple tart went missing as I typed this piece.
When I first came out of the closet and admitted my obsession, I was thrilled to find out that I'm not alone. It turns out there are a bunch of websites out there like traderjoesfan.com and trackingtraderjoes.com for people like me who love nothing more that to brag about their latest purchase, report back on a new find or complain that the dish they became addicted to has suddenly been discontinued. Now, I'm not one to complain. I'm loyal to my Joe and I would never air our dirty laundry or grievances in public, so you won't find me complaining on any of those sites. But, if I ever was tempted to grumble about my favorite grocery store -- I'd want to know why every other store sells Two Buck Chuck but I can't get it at my local store. Come on, can you blame a girl? All I want is to be wined and dined.
How about you? Tell us your favorite Trader Joe's obsession.