This Little Piggy Went to Market

Ah, the grocery store. Temptation around every corner, another annoying human in every aisle. I have no one to blame but myself. Who's the goober who went to the store the night before a National Grilling Holiday? Yeah.

After unloading my bounty onto the kitchen counter, it became clear a mischievous 7 year old had followed me around the store, tossing pre-packaged, fanny-expanding goodies into my cart when I wasn't looking.

Also clear was the apparent affect the Food Network is having on me. I want to be a cooking chick too! Fresh boneless top loin chops, non-frozen broccoli and a variety of marinades and things which to zest. I'd invite you guys to dinner, but I don't even own an apron. Yet.

We'll call this a Casual Observation:
There weren't a lot of obvious Happy Birthday America signs around the store. Hot dogs on sale and 12-packs stacked fort-like into the aisles. The only red, white and blue displays in the entire place - in the Wine and Spirits corner.
Nothing says Independence like a bottle of Jack!

The best part? The carefully constructed tiers of alcohol, trimmed in ribbon and American flags and party favors, were made of Finlandia, Bombay, Absolut, Beck's and Jose Cuervo.

Celebrate your country with foreign booze!