Today, I made my first visit to Trader Joe’s. There’s one a mile from our house, and SWMBO brings stuff home all the time.

It was my day to visit, drawn as I was by $4.99 per pound green peppercorn and garlic pork loin.

What a store. I felt decidedly out of place amongst the SUV-driving, ski-jacket wearing yuppie type-Aers and their bratty, self-centered little kids. I guess there’s something about a sign that blares out ORGANIC that enhances that type of predisposition. And such signage abounds at TJ’s. But I, clad in my Kevin Harvick NASCAR attire, navigated aisles that don’t run straight, looking at foodstuffs that compel one to read the label to ascertain what they even were. The yuppies excel at that kind of behavior, too, careening their carts around in a manner similar to their driving skills, snatching items off the shelf, suddenly stopping, to read labels.

I decided to play it safe, and only buy items that I could identify from a distance. And I did pretty well with that strategy. Except maybe with the Pad Thai noodles. The jury’s out on that one.

But tonight is pork tenderloin night, and that stuff looks like it’s gonna be plumb larrupin’.

-k-

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