Tamed by a box of organic raisins

My grandfather was in the grocery business, so I have a soft spot for locally-owned grocery stores. As kids, we spent a lot of time in grocery stores. I loved watching the produce guys hand write the signs that would hang in the windows. Like my grandfather and anyone in the grocery business back then, they had impeccable handwriting. I remember being enamored by their perfect lettering and their giant markers.

Each employee took pride in what they did and they made an effort to know their customers. On Fridays, the deli had the best fried catfish and banana pudding. Plus, kids could always get a snack at the counter — a slice of cheese or salami.

My grandfather, Charlie Marino 1953

I love modern conveniences and technology and there are very few things that I miss from childhood, except the old, Italian grocery stores. I’d rather poke toothpicks in my eyeballs than shop at Wal-Mart. And while Target is worlds better, until they build a location within the actual city limits, I’m not driving that far for an average selection of groceries. I’m still very loyal to our remaining local grocers but I had no idea that I’d fall this hard for Whole Foods.

I never knew shopping could be this pleasant. If the produce, flowers and organic sugar cookies aren’t enough to woo you, here are my top five reasons I love Whole Foods:

#1 The 4-kid grocery cart. There are only a handful of places that I will take all of my kids to without having another adult. Whole Foods is top on that list because of the glorious 4-kid cart. They even have a smaller version (pictured at top) that seats two (or three Perrault kids).

Like a double jogger on steroids

#2 Snacks! Stop by the concierge for kids’ snacks or juice. By the time the kids knock that out, pick up some fruit or cheese samples to buy yourself additional time.

#3 Fabulous Groceries. Did I just pay $12 for meringue cups?

Oh sweet, free-range egg goodness

Yes I did.

#4 Local Products…and I will top them with my Ponchatoula strawberries.

#5 Handwritten Signs. I don’t care if they really aren’t done by hand, it’s the thought that counts. And clearly, they know me very well….

Thanks for the gentle reminder, my friend