This is truly a miscellaneous post. 😛
I just got back from the commissary (military grocery store). OH MY GOD! (That’s right. I spelled it out. Deal with it.) This commissary rocks!
Usually I have to go to two or three different places to get my food needs because I like Japanese cuisine. Most stores don’t carry pickled ginger, shiro miso, mirin, and ume boshi. This commissary does! I only have to make ONE STOP. Even better, the commissary is right across the street from my house.
Yes. I’m in Hawaii and gushing about my commissary. I have weird priorities. Just go with it.