Hey, don’t get me wrong. I love Trader Joe’s as much as the next guy.
Ok, maybe not QUITE as much as those of you who would be willing to skin it and wear a Trader Joe’s shrug around town. (“It rubs the lotion on its skin!)
But who DOESN’T love liver and fava beans served with a nice bottle of their Two Buck Chuck Chianti?!? Sllllewllllssssllelelww.
What? Why are you looking at me like that?? Did those Silence of the Lambs references veer into Creep Factor Five Thousand Territory??! Well you shouldn’t be looking at me like that because YOU’RE the one who started it! With your good bag and cheap shoes, Clarice.
I? I was NOT trying to go there. Instead, I was simply trying to say that Trader Joe’s “crisp, caramelized cinnamon spiced Belgian cookies” are delish. DELISH!
But their name? Speculoos?! Awful.
I’ll just let that sink in for a sec.
Now you see it, don’t you? And in the three times I’ve typed “Speculoos” (now four) in this blog, the system has tried three (now four) times to change it to “Speculums.”
I rest my case.
Two final words: Loose cups. Your anagrams are showing, Doctor. YOU STARTED IT!!!