A future post will discuss my newfound hatred for Cincinnati’s Busken bakery. This post is all about the love. The love for Trader Joe’s.

Trader Joe’s keeps me from starving. I’ve gone there on and off over the past few years and have recently become addicted again. Why do I love it so? Hmm…the quality of the food…the low prices…the friendly staff…the clean orderly store…the variety of the goods…the convenience of the food! I love that almost everything in the store seems to be designed with peak-laziness in mind. Frozen pastas that I just need to throw in a pan and taste ridiculous. Indian foods (that are actually tasty) that come in a silver packet that I just boil in water. Frozen bread that I just pop in the toaster oven. Pre-cut apples and mango slices in a bag. California rolls in a little box with wasabi sauce. The list doesn’t end.

I could also talk for a while about what a brilliant business model they have. But I won’t (thankfully). I’ll leave it at this: I love trader joe’s. And I don’t want to get too excited, but I think he loves me too.