Trader Joe’s is the dope. I loved the look on my IL’s very snotty, very name droppy best friends when they went into a long discourse on these wonderful little bean pods they had at a chi chi Japanese restaurant in NYC. I quipped “oh, edamame! We have some sitting in our freezer at home right now”.
Stupid capitalist whores didn’t know what had hit them when I mentioned Trader Joe’s. And they would die knowing that a bag is like $3.
Although my husband is getting a bit suspect that everything I make for him comes from the frozen food section at TJs. He might be right what with my love of the veggie dumplings, frozen veggie pizza and the bowls of pad thai. Last night, I actually cooked something and he asked me what TJ frozen entree this was.
My current obsession is this trail mix with dried cranberries and peanut butter chips. Yummy!
I call the TJs I shop the Secret TJs. It’s in Bethesda close to the Pier One and I don’t think a lot of people know it’s there. And they recently expanded by taking over the golf shop. I was delighted when I realized that the aisles went on even farther.