Returning to the Scene of the Crime

As I was leaving Fresh Market this afternoon I realized how much money I have saved the past ten months by staying away. Last March I got carried away in there taking photos of the pretty radishes and practically had to be escorted out. At least it felt that way. Was I humiliated! When it was at the older location and really easy for me to get to, I stopped by at least once a week and bought delicious and/or gorgeous foods that mostly went toward making me feel uncomfortably stuffed. Then it moved to the new spot and its design became like all the other Fresh Markets, predictable and less interesting, except for those aforementioned pastel Easter egg radishes last spring. Today I dared to show my face. I found the sausage to go in the bean soup I am having tonight and then it was like old times. I took a small cup of the sample coffee and wandered around the brightly lit place. I got a tub of the jalapeno pimiento cheese spread, some sesame seeds for bread, baby spinach, more meats, some other small items, and didn't overdo it. Thankfully I left without a bagful of the malted milk balls. Except for the possible hundreds of dollars it has saved me, I sure have been silly to stay away.