I have come to love Fred Meyer. At first I grumbled at my grocery store choices, opting for the more chic TJ's, with its loud individuality and attractive shoppers. But over time I realized that behind the "average" supermarket appearance of Freddy's is a trove of hidden treasures nestled throughout a room so big, the first I time I entered it I couldn't help but stop and stare around me.
Perhaps the best part is the bulk food bins, which I can't imagine living without now. Say goodbye to the days of pre-packaged chocolate chips, spices, and baking needs. Cereal? Ha! How about a bag of the cheapest granola? I commune with like minds, them dressed in yoga pants and, no doubt, bamboo-fabric shirts (why must I always make fun of those kinds of people?)
And so I have fallen ever deeper in love with the bulk-food charm that is Freddy's, and also its quirks. My favorite aisle signs are "Gelatin" (a category in itself, apparently!) and "New Age Beverages". I'm not sure where to find honey, or rice vinegar, but thank god I can always find the jello and...other gelatin products. Do any drink companies actually market themselves as new age? I haven't pursued these further, as I tend to wander enough aisles staring at food already, but perhaps I will soon.
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