A much discussed topic, but more than once a year I must publicly profess my love of Trader Joe’s. Your 3 liter bottles of wine on sale flow like warm waters over the lip of a tropical waterfall and your cheeses smelt of elderberry. Your Red Curry Tuna doth tingle my tastebuds to the Nth degree and your Miso soup makes miso happy!. Trader Darwin, oh how you nourish my body and soul. Your Middle Eastern Flatbreads provide the blank canvas upon which I build many a personal pizza. Your Garlic Naan, the Tzatziki vessel. Thy boxed soups, much more appetizing than the container in which they come, are wondrous dipping sauces for Turkey sandwiches slathered with your zesty Pesto alla Genovese. Flash frozen fish doth defrost quite nicely, and tantalizes the pallate when seasoned with Wasabi Ginger. Your potstickers, they fry so loudly, leaving my home smelling of burnt noodle and soy. Oh Soy Nut Butter, much cheaper than real Peanut, you make my ants on a log so smooth and creamy. And how could anyone forget the Glee gum at checkout, made from rainforest chicle, so natural and minty. Mmm. Yes there are many praiseworthy objects in thy establishment, and I shall never move to a state without thee.