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Last Saturday, late afternoon, just finished bitching with Pookalu about the snobbishness of the staff at supposedly laid back anti-artificial, artificious grocery temples such as Trader Joe's , "it's so much better to go to the Farmer's market right?" and then, pow!, we approach the blueberries stand only to be greeted by a squeaking comment: "We were featured on Oprah, you know? She said ours are the best blueberries e-v-e-r! WE ARE OPRAH'S BLUEBERRIES!!!"

Well.