So really, how does Trader Joe's read my mind? how does it know what I want before I walk the door? Blame it on all the Pretty Ways to Serve Summer's Best Tomatoes but I was feeling caprese-crazy. I stopped at Trader Joe's for those cute little mozzarella balls in the cheese section, certain I'd need to hit the farmers market later for tomatoes simultaneously big enough and small enough for the summer finger food embedded in my brain. But Trader Joe's had both the mozzarella and the perfect-size tomatoes!
And in case you're wondering, no, this isn't a paid post, a sponsored post or anything like that. I'm just in awe. We might should put Trader Joe's in charge of male-female Mars-Venus communication where "reading minds" is helpful skill set.