I went to Trader Joeâ€™s on Friday to do my weekly pre-weekend hunting and gathering. Such an excursion is necessary when one has teenagers, as their need to eat is frequent and vast.
This feeding frenzy is compounded and multiplied when teens are in groups, and since there are frequently extra teens here at Jenworld on the weekends, my kitchen is often under attack.
So in the interests of holding back the ravenous crowds, I went to Trader Joeâ€™s with the plan to buy food — a lot of it. I had no specific plan, other than fruits and vegetables, some salty snacks, some sweet treats, and probably some apple cider. Because itâ€™s fall, yo.
Iâ€™m not a frequent Trader Joeâ€™s shopper, so imagine my surprise when I rolled in ready to hunt and gather and the first thing I saw was a display of pumpkin-flavored foods. This particular stockpile included granola, bagels, and “toaster pastries” (known to most of us more commonly at Pop Tarts).
Further into the store, I found more and more and MORE pumpkin.
Then there were the pumpkin carbs:
Naturally, as I was going through the store, I was tweeting and instagramming photos and offering commentary about all this.
Later, when I got back to Jenworld and started unloading my groceries, I had a painful realization:
But I can attest that the macarons (freezer case photo, above) are goooooood.
Related to all this is this tweet, which a friend shared with me:
On a somewhat related note, I recently read an interesting article about Anthony Bourdain. In it, he stated that while we all might mock those who post photos of their meals on Instagram and scorn all the food fads, the fact is, food crazes help broaden the American palette.
Yes, pumpkin, kale, fancy salts, Brussels sprouts, pomegranate, and other trendy foods might go too far, but they do help shake Americans from the bad food habits and deep eating ruts developed after World War II and which continued for decades. Eating pumpkin isnâ€™t just healthy, itâ€™s helping us create new foodways in the U.S.
So maybe I donâ€™t need to hang my head in shame and confess my sins. Perhaps I can just be a part of a movement?
Now I really want to sink my teeth into some pumpkin macarons.