Whether or not I’m hungry when I step foot in Whole Foods, my stomach is inevitably growling by the time I leave. I could blame the aisles of gourmet chocolate and cheese. Or, the lugging of an overstuffed hand cart as I navigate from the cheese, to the produce section, and back again because I forgot feta. Repeat for tomatoes. Maybe I’m just feeling downright snacky after giving the colorful chips and soda aisle a good, long side eye.
Once my stomach starts growling, I start making circles around the salad bar and hot foods section. I resist, knowing that it’ll inevitably cost me fifteen bucks because I have to get a little scoop of everything. Then I wonder about the Asian tofu bowl, then I see the pizza. Fire dances in the brick oven behind the display and beckons me forward. Pizza trumps tofu yet again.