|English strawberries I ate at Chatsworth back when I used to go there|
Dear Lady Who Was Also Choosing Strawberries at Sunflower Farmers Market Yesterday,
I'm really glad you love Sunflower. I do too.
I love that it is the closest thing we have to a Trader Joe's. I love how inexpensive and nice the produce is, and how once they get me in the door with the dirt-cheap produce I then buy things like coconut milk and bottled curries and nitrate-free lunch meat and yogurt sweetened with fruit juice.
I love grabbing a chocolate croissant when I first walk in so that I can eat it while I shop and sprinkle buttery croissant flakes all over my shirt. (They say you shouldn't shop for groceries while hungry. I am just following sound principles, here.)
I love the boxes of sushi they have in the deli department and how they actually taste like fresh, real sushi instead of tiny little rubber tires. (Am looking at you, here, Costco. But no worries, I'll never quit you. Call me.)
I love all the huge bulk bins. I love that there are about 12 different kinds of sugar in those bins. I love the great deals I can get on spices and olive oil without having to buy massive amounts of either.
I love that they have a machine where you can make your own nut butters. I have not done this yet, but I heartily approve of the idea.
I love the beautiful bottles that they put their fizzy lemonades in, but I have to stop myself from buying them because I know I will never want to throw the bottles away but I will also never do anything with them and it will lead to hundreds of exchanges where an exasperated GH wants to throw away all the useless kitchen clutter and I threaten him with his life should he touch my precious empty lemonade bottle with the label half ripped off.
I like the wacky music selection they play. It turns out that the Dark Lord is a big fan of Huey Lewis and will just bop all over in his seat when he comes on over the speaker system. This entertains us both.
I generally enjoy the people who work there and the people who shop there. They tend to be a friendly bunch, like the fellow customer who gave me instructions on how to freeze the cartons of blackberries that were on sale for practically nothing. (Note: I did not freeze them. I just ate them all--mostly in cobblers. But I appreciated her advice.)
So it was kind of a surprise to look over and see you nonchalantly dumping out entire clamshells of strawberries so that you could pick through them and assemble your own box of perfect Super Strawberries. I found this kind of weird and rude. What are we, six? Not only were you pawing through all the strawberries, but you were likely bruising them while you sloshed them and dumped them around, which then kind of ruins it for the rest of us. And gives us your germs.
I now wonder if maybe you do that all the time, for all the different fruits. It's kind of a gross thought.
The Girl Who Was Staring at You with Her Mouth Open
So, friends. What's the weirdest thing you ever saw someone doing at the grocery store? Or, perhaps, what was the weirdest thing YOU'VE ever done?