Last night, my good friend Jonathan and I went to Trader Joe’s, our most favoritest grocery store on the planet.
One of the best parts about going to Trader Joe’s with Jonathan is that we love to hunt for the most unique, weirdest, or most appealing foods to try.
For example, last night I bought a container of little itty bitty tiny Thompson seedless white grapes—which ended up being the sweetest, most delicious grapes I’ve ever had. Seriously, one of my coworkers went nuts over them and grabbed a whole big stem of them to eat at her desk. Now, those are some good grapes.
I also bought a mouthwatering Honeycrisp apple—a to-die-for apple variety that is only on grocery store shelves for about a month, this time of year.
Of course, my taste-testing isn’t always quite that successful. A few months ago, I bought a container of kumquats (hmm…I guess I’m all about the fruit) that were so sour that I cringed whenever I tried to eat them. Luckily, I had a coworker who loved them, so I pawned them off on her.
I just love going through the aisles at Trader Joe’s with Jonathan, finding new, interesting foods like these to try.
But nothing could have prepared me for the temptation that this raised-in-Wisconsin girl was about to experience.
Last night, as we perused the cheese section, I spied this:
Oh my God. Frying Cheese. Could you get any more yummy/unhealthy sounding?
And for some reason, it really hit my funny bone. At $3.68 for a half-pound package, there was no way I was going to buy it (besides the fact that it’s not very healthypants at all), but it just made me laugh. Frying cheese, really? It just sounded mighty unhealthy.*
The very idea kept me giggling as we wandered through the rest of Trader Joe’s.
After we checked out and I bought at least ten more things than I had thought I would buy, we took our reusable shopping bags (we are such good little environmentalists, aren’t we?) and headed over to Jonathan’s to hang out for a bit before I returned home with my loot.
As we walked into his apartment and put our bags in the kitchen, Jonathan reached into his bag and pulled out—you guessed it—a package of frying cheese!
“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe you bought that!” I laughed.
“It’s for you!” he said, smiling. (What a nice guy, huh?)
“Aww, really? Thanks, dude!” I grinned. “Now I get to try frying cheese!”
“I’ll tell you what,” I added. “Why don’t you come over and exercise with me tomorrow night, and then after we exercise, we’ll fry up some cheese?”
We both laughed.
Well, at least that way we wouldn’t have to feel guilty about eating it. Exercise negates cheese, right?
Anyway, so far today we haven’t exercised nor eaten fried cheese together…but I can’t wait.
For the cheese, I mean.
Exercise still sucks ass.
* Later on, I found out that it’s actually a Middle Eastern type of cheese—not just any old cheese that you can fry. But with the name alone, you can see why this cheese would appeal to Americans.