From the friend residing in the East Coast to the West. And just about anyone who’d been to the States and back.
Mostly, you are lavished heaps of praises and received with much adulation. The specialty food store that resonates a “yuppie- hippie” vibe, where Hawaiian shirts clad staff dish out copious portion of free samples. Your healthful, mindful and non-gimmicky approach to business piqued my interest and curiousity.
I feel as if we are long lost friend. I have an inkling I’ll like you a lot, if only we have the chance to get acquainted.
TRADER JOE’S. Your neighbourhood grocery store.
It’s too bad I can neither see, hear nor smell you. If only I can taste, touch and feel you too.
Last week, the buddy from Boston brought me a step closer to fulfilling my wish. Thanks again Lainey! You know me all too well. :D
Heee you must take pics of your cooking!
of course i will! but must wait a while ah…
Hey tell me how the quinoa went! I’ve had some really good quinoa salad from this little French cafe down at Berkeley but can’t figure out what dressing was used…
i first tried quinoa salad at this small organic cafe along the escalator at SOHO, it was pretty good too. ok, will post it up when I try…but looking at my Sep’s schedule, it’s not gonna be soon ;p
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