Yeah, so I already almost missed Day #2.
Apparently my heart isn’t in this as much as it was last time… and I also have very little to say. Nevertheless, I am here.
Tonight I had a wonderful experience—well, at least one that I am going to publicly write about.
I shopped at Whole Foods. (NaBloPoMo Note: Before tonight, I was a “stranger” to Whole Foods.)
Even from the quick ‘in-and-out’ trip I made, I can agree that Whole Foods is the most fabulous, versatile, well-stocked supermarket in NYC… (and I say NYC because Wegman’s exists out of the tri-state area, and, well, we all know that beats all other supermarkets in the world, hands down!… well, it may have some competition from Sainsbury’s but that’s up for debate.)
Someone once told me upon their first trip into Whole Foods, “I could run up my credit card here on cheese alone.” And I now understand. But not only was the cheese department overwhelmingly-orgasmical, so was their international food selection (you know how I love anything that doesn’t come from this country!) as well as the beer cooler! OMG, it was honestly too much to handle, so when my eye fell on something that someone had recently recommended, I just grabbed it and ran before my brain could comprehend the intensity of the decision I had just faced.
What did throw me off was the check-out process. Not the ‘scan the food and put it in the bag’ process, but the ‘waiting in line for your number to be called’ process. Three lines, three different colors, an overhead computer screen with flashing numbers on different colored sections of the screen… it really wasn’t that difficult—except for a new-comer like me. Every time a new number flashed, and was spoken by the computerized Wizard of Oz voice, I reached for my basket only to notice someone in another line plowing ahead with extreme confidence in their decision to move to the register number announced. Being the trusting person I am, I trusted that they knew what the hell they were doing and stood back and waited for my chance. After three or so gos, I realized I needed to wait until a number flashed on the color designated to my line. Ahhhh, there you go ELH.
But other than the check-out confusion, I was successful. And maybe it was the energy of Whole Foods or the ridiculously yummy ingredients I bought, but the chicken curry jacket potatoes came out gorrrrrgeous, as the Brits would say.
Maybe I should consider opening a jackat potato stand in NYC.
If I could learn to control myself around baked beans and chedder cheese, I might succeed.