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What kind of daughter would I be if I was in Michigan, fifteen minutes from my parents' home, and failed to visit? It helped that we got into town from the cottage at 10:00pm and it would've taken me three more hours to drive back to Chicago. Odds were low that I could've stayed awake at the wheel long enough to make it to Chicago.
And what kind of parents would send their daughter off with an empty stomach and hands? Not mine. Dad always has the coffee pot prepped for when I wake up: coffee canister on the counter, spoon beside it, filter in the machine. A slice of pizza and a frozen yogurt at Costco before I hit the road may not be gourmet, but suits me fine. And Mom threw in some last second gifts of produce, including some of these glorious Michigan blueberries plucked at the peak of sweetness.
They had a few to spare, seeing as they invested in 60 lbs. You just can't find these beauties in Chicago grocery stores.
Oh, and do you know what else Costco sells? A Nikon D5100 dSLR camera kit for $899. It took immense willpower to walk out with only pizza and frozen yogurt.
shades of blue(berry) \07.23\
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And what kind of parents would send their daughter off with an empty stomach and hands? Not mine. Dad always has the coffee pot prepped for when I wake up: coffee canister on the counter, spoon beside it, filter in the machine. A slice of pizza and a frozen yogurt at Costco before I hit the road may not be gourmet, but suits me fine. And Mom threw in some last second gifts of produce, including some of these glorious Michigan blueberries plucked at the peak of sweetness.
They had a few to spare, seeing as they invested in 60 lbs. You just can't find these beauties in Chicago grocery stores.
Oh, and do you know what else Costco sells? A Nikon D5100 dSLR camera kit for $899. It took immense willpower to walk out with only pizza and frozen yogurt.
You know how there's that sort of unwritten Law of Target? As in, you drop by Target to run in and grab laundry detergent, then you stumble out $100 poorer? Somehow I tend to skirt that law pretty well. My weakness, though, is Meijer's grocery section.
After three years of doing my daily/weekly grocery shopping in Chicago-sized stores, I nearly go weak in the knees when those automatic doors open and I behold the masses of spacious Meijer aisles. Have you seen how long the cereal aisle is? I can't help myself from putting one thing in my cart because I can never find it in Chicago, then another thing in my cart because I never see a price that low. Then I reach the produce section; prices are a non-entity. Needless to say, my fridge looks like a fruit market right now.
Urban grocery shopping, you will never win me over. Sorry. My heart and stomach belong to Meijer.
road snack \05.16\
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food,
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After three years of doing my daily/weekly grocery shopping in Chicago-sized stores, I nearly go weak in the knees when those automatic doors open and I behold the masses of spacious Meijer aisles. Have you seen how long the cereal aisle is? I can't help myself from putting one thing in my cart because I can never find it in Chicago, then another thing in my cart because I never see a price that low. Then I reach the produce section; prices are a non-entity. Needless to say, my fridge looks like a fruit market right now.
Urban grocery shopping, you will never win me over. Sorry. My heart and stomach belong to Meijer.