When I Grow Up, I Want To Marry Whole Foods

Usually when I buy plums or pluots, it's at the Farmer's Market.

This weekend was a busy one, and I didn't make it there. But this is plum season, and I want plums dammit. So I went to Whole Foods tonight to get some. Except ... I'm not that great at picking out good fruit.

There was a guy near the plums, stocking peaches who asked if he could help me. Sure, ya can! He showed me the five different varieties, and asked when I wanted the fruit to taste good. Then he whipped out a knife, sliced off a piece of plum and held it out to me. I tasted. He sliced a piece for himself. We agreed it was okay, but ...

Dude offered to cut up another one. "Oh no, you don't have to do that for me, if you just recommend one kind ..." He cut me off, insisting that not only didn't he mind, but it helps him be better at his job - this way when somebody asks about plums or pluots, he'll really know how each one tastes.

So the two of us stood around, talking about fruit, and buying organic, all while tasting each type of plum/pluot Whole Foods carries. When I said one particular type was very good, Dude cut off another, bigger piece and gave it to me. He ultimately picked out eight plums for me. I'm totally psyched. It's easy to make me happy.