Last week I visited my Breanna, as I've been trying to do every other Friday. The way the poor girl talks, I believe she's always lonely and hungry, so I make my way to the capital city, ready to take care of her sweet starving self.
First stop: Qdoba. I thought her southwestern-style shirt was fitting for a Mexican eatery.
Believe it or not, there was steak underneath all the lettuce and sour cream…
After lunch, we headed back for our second trip to Trader Joe's…
Bre decided to balance out all the chocolate by picking up some Greek yogurt as well…
We ended up with quite a cartfull when we were finished. Bre got all sorts of late-night-munchies, while I took home a few things I was curious about (mostly bc of the very cool packaging)… we'll start with what is obviously the most important purchase of the day:
Oh my, can't you just smell them?? Mmmmmmmm…..
The last can I bought (the Trader Joe's Joe) went to my mother bc it reminded me of Dunkin' Donuts coffee. I like DD coffee once in a while, but not every morning, noon, and night – which is how I like to drink my java. So I went with a different kind this time…
Again, whoever is in charge of designing these cans deserves a raise.
Mom recently made her first trip to Trader Joe's and got me hooked on these:
This stuff was really good too.. we ate it with Tostitos-with-lime chips, which was an interesting combination – and we loved it!
Mike loves orange jellies, so I bought these for him. So far, he's only eaten one and I've eaten about 20 1/2.
Since I'm unfortunately wheat-intolerant, I was happy to stumble across these… but I didn't really care for their crispy-crumbly texture:
But the dogs absolutely love them!
I bought these bc of the pretty Victorian look to them (and that description!), but again – I just didn't like their texture. I love shortbread and I love lemon cookies, but not together, apparently.
I'm not sure what we'll be purchasing on our next TJ trip, but no doubt it will be another cartfull of things we really don't need (besides the coffee). Of course, if my lonely, hungry girl wants it, then I guess it doesn't matter if we need it or not.