Now, I don't know if y'all know this about me, but I love to shop.
I'm not talking about your girly, store to store, try on every pair of shoes, ruin your credit shopping. That's okay, too, and I indulge from time to time, but not on this budget. Not now.
I <3 grocery shopping.
And North Carolina has the mother of all grocery stores.
HARRIS TEETER (mandatory moment of silence).
*sigh* Can't you just hear the music, y'all?
Cuz I sure as hell can.

Now, as y'all may recall, I loved the Japanese grocery store. Dh and I would often travel there hungry and tired only to feast ourselves on their overflowing samples. Granted, sometimes I didn't want what they were dishing out. But FREE! is FREE! And everybody loves FREE.

The thing about the Japanese stores? The pepole in charge of the samples stood there and looked at you while you sampled, smiling if you liked it. Which I often did, meaning that I felt inclined to buy it. Meaning that dh and I returned home poorer. Much poorer, after I tasted my way through the store.

Harris Teeter? The new light in my culinary life? As if the hardwood floors weren't enough, has SAMPLES! Every day! With no guards! It was indeed as I was standing in the local HT ('cuz we close like that) with TBA stuffing our faces full of FREE SCRUMPTIOUS BROWNIES that I knew I was in love.

Harris Teeter, bless you and your unguarded samples of cheese and grapes and brownies and Tapenade and dragon pears. Now, if you start sampling the wine?

I just might have to kiss you.