Do you have a Whole Foods store near you?
I don’t …
But there IS one not far from The Neanderthal’s office.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with Whole Foods Markets, they are high-priced grocery stores – often with a restaurant area (or several) included within the store.
The Whole Foods Markets I’ve visited have been fairly new, immaculately clean, beautiful stores.
The Whole Food Market “theme” is healthy food, high quality food, a lot of organic food, a goal of encouraging “green” living, etc.
(Although not everything in the store is healthy, they’re certainly making a bigger effort than a “normal” grocery store.)
Did I mention expensive?
The markets are also the trendy place to be seen, at least here in Southern California.
Whole Foods Markets also seem to be the “new” place for men and women to pick up on each other.
I admit, I love walking through Whole Foods stores.
I see produce I never knew existed.
The displays make everything look beautiful.
I feel healthier just by browsing.
(Also, my ego gets a boost when I get hit on every time I stop by.)
Did I mention fantastic people watching?
Plop Orange County’s wealthiest, oftentimes most neurotic, people all in one spot and just WATCH THEM!
(If you want to see teenagers driving outrageously expensive luxury vehicles, just hang out in the Whole Foods parking lot.)
Recently, I’ve been visiting the Whole Foods Market near physical therapy once each week.
I’ve convinced myself it’s my “reward” for letting The Neanderthal put me in agony.
I don’t buy much, because Briefcase would divorce me if I did.
Instead, each week, I “treat” myself/our family to something I’m not likely to find in our normal grocery store.
This week I bought a purple bell pepper because I’d never seen one before.
Ok, if I’m being honest –
I wanted to take PHOTOS of the purple pepper more than I wanted to eat it.
Also, I wanted to say purple pepper, purple pepper, purple pepper over and over again.
(And I did!!)
Last week, my “treat” was buying rainbow chard.
I bought it because it’s pretty.
It was also very tasty.
I haven’t gained the courage (yet) to take photos of any of the Whole Food shoppers.
I think soap operas could be written from inspiration gained at Orange County Whole Foods Markets.
I wonder if I’d get kicked out of the store if I showed up with my camera and started snapping away?