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Water into the Nuke-u-lator for a cup of Trader Joe’s Mint Tea. Within three minutes, my Tuscan Pane is toasted and cut. A bowl has been filled with olives (two kinds), cheese, and baby carrots. So far, everything is from Trader.
A few imported pepperoncini for luck. Jars back in the fridge. I’m seated, images uploaded, and typing before the 3 minute timer goes off. Ding! Tea’s done!
Fantastic! Trader Joe’s has again saved me from malnutrition! Did not even need the Trader apples and pickles! Will I be hungry after this “meal”? Maybe a little. Well, not really. 80% full. A glass of water makes it complete.
OFTEN CRITICIZED FOR MY EATING habits, the unhealthiness evidently extends to regular meals of bread, olives, peppers, cheese, and pickles. A perfect meal before long bike rides or a day in the trenches. Keeps me innards happy and me tummy flat.
Jarred olives with the pit seems to be the best value. A couple bucks keeps me in pits for a week. Sometimes I’ll spring for a better olive, sometimes not. A recent trip to the grocer found $2 shelves bare, but there resided on a $4 shelf an olive unfamiliar to me.
Bought once, then again and again. The rest is history. Among my choices are now always to be found a Trader Joe’s import, Lucques Olives. Tasty, firm, nutty. And call me nuts, but I find they have a nuance of chocolate. Pairs nicely with more olives, peppers, cheese, bread (sourdough), and a pouring of cold water in a clean clear glass.
We’ve come a long way from Hunter-Gather. I still consume standing up, when I’m hungry, small meals. Back to my Neanderthal roots, when a handful of olives made every meal a happy occasion.
The blizzard is raging. No one wants to cook. What to eat? Back to basics!