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Shopping on a holiday weekend is not something people look forward to, but i just needed to pick up a few things and so did my mother, and when you only really need a few things, it's easy to pick around at stuff you never usually buy. There's an extra novelty in this when the place is packed with people on urgent barbeque missions and tourists, some of whom are clearly happy on holiday, and some who are some what confused and put out with the whole prospect of shopping.
Outside the store i was dreading it, once inside, it was a suddenly a fun ape watching expedition.
Watch the many differing tribes forage the same territory!
Witness the clash of regional cart behaviors!
Hmm. Everyone likes sales on shredded cheese so there isn't any. That could have been one family, though.

There happened to be organic golden beets for some reason, so, for no reason, i bought them. They were extra muddy, i think to try to push the organic aspect. i am inexperienced in all things beet related, so any beet knowledge would be most appreciated. There are just three and the greens are rinsed and soaking in a bowl.

When the summer comes and tourists arrive, the wider variety of the world at large seeps in a little, so things i like might creep in for brief availability here or there, just to wither in the fall. This is why the one place that had artichoke hearts and sundried tomatoes on pizza died off (and, man, were they freaked out by the idea of actually touching artichoke hearts) and almost everything i tend to like that gets carried in the local supermarket eventually gets discontinued, because i'm the only one buying them. The only upside to this is that when they are discontinued, they get drastically discounted and put in a lonely cart at the end of the dairy aisle (which use to be by the bathrooms) and i get a massive score on whatever was too weird for anyone else and whatever else no one wanted.

There is one foreign food aisle, which is often the victim, is either paring down or eliminating the two foot section of British foods, because there was salad cream as well, which i almost bought for the hell of it, but i really couldn't think of any good reason to do it.
And so i behold a wealth of Jaffa cakes.

Only once have i aided in the purchase of Jaffa cakes from this store, and that was because i wanted my mother to try them because i was sure she would like them, and of course she did.
My first impulse was to buy all of them because 1) they were discounted, and 2) i would never see them again.
i do not need an unholy pile of Jaffa cakes in the place. i don't know who does but i'm not even close to the top of that list. i know i'm getting at least one and reason myself down to two boxes.

In the car, i'm telling my mother about them, getting her to remember them, which she does, as tasty but too many calories.
Well, i say, she doesn't have to worry, because she'll never see them again.
So i offer her a box. She dithers. i take it back.
No, now she wants them.
Take the damn, cookies, woman!

So i am now down to one box and i decide to rip them open.
Eh. Not bad. Probably heading to that side of fresh.
i also try a dark chocolate mint three musketeers bars. Mm. Not bad.

i haven't eaten anything yet today. This isn't a good way to start, but i am having some milk with them.
Still i feel like i should run back to the store and scoop up all the rest and dole them out as exotic treats to the kiddies and fogies and people starting the garage sale season down every other street.

This was in the low to midrange of interestingness of less than an hour at the market, most of it already fading from mind, but at least it doesn't involve old men who get that look on their face at you when they are blocking the pudding like you might be the one to take their oldginity.