The Whole Foods habit is so hard to break. I knew it would be tough, but not this hard. Once I'm not driving by every day I should be in safer seas, but, as dinner proved, the driveby is fatal.
Enroute from Mount Vernon, where my mom had been unpacking my kitchen all day, to Bouldin Street, where we were hauling loads of R's stuff to her new place a few blocks north, I offered to pick up dinner for the crew. Guess where I stopped. Because I was driving past, and why waste an opportunity to buy organic, free-range herbed roasted chicken?
For the crew, to whom I am eternally grateful for really orchestrating my move, I got a roasted chicken, and then went a little nuts in the prepared food case. Chicken was complemented by mashed potatoes, ravioli pasta salad, baked beans, and a tomato-cucumber salad. Every dish inside that glass expanse is like a little treasure, packed full of flavor and nutrition.
For me, I got ... drumroll, please... a brown-rice spicy tuna and salmon roll pack.
Due to the lack of table and chairs, we "stooped" in true Baltimore style, eating our dinner on paper plates and watching the one-way street. Most enjoyable.
Then we moved another load to the new place before giving up and going out for drinks. Which, in my opinion, is better than going out for organic locovore raspberries.
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