I’m a lifetime learner, but apparently I need some remedial education on curiousity.
For instance, I never should have tried the sausage burrito sold out of a shack next to my office building.
They have homemade salsa, which creates a perfect storm of proxemity, price, and pretty dang good.
A slice of Berry Chantilly cake at Whole Foods costs about the same and may have a similar calorie count (in my dreams), but is inconveniently located in a micro-store with one of the worst parking lots in town (and that’s including 2 Trader Joe’s).
WF is never not crowded. Even at the crack of opening, employees with pallets piled 5 feet high line the narrow aisles, kickstarting a mild case of claustrophobia I never knew I had.
Once again, I’m beseiged with the First World problems of having access to too much food and enough money to buy it.
Just a reminder: curiousity may kill the cat, but cats have 9 lives.
Post summary: Don’t look, Ethel!