I have vivid memories of my first visit to Trader Joe’s. 

It was with my grandmother on Long Island, of all places. I was probably eight or nine, too old to use a children’s shopping cart, and very jealous of my five or six-year-old brother who could still get away with it. The employees’ Hawaiin shirts, bells ringing, and unknown snack options felt like a whimsical Disney World-esque experience for a food-obsessed child. 

I wish I were kidding.