Bands with Pans: Leda
Collecting non-bruised versions of the other items—grape tomatoes, fresh basil, yellow onion, fresh garlic, parmesan cheese—is a feat. “If this doesn’t work out, are we allowed to get pizza?” Oh, it works out. Heidi grabs a bucket of something labeled Cat Cookies, which, turned out to be exactly what you might imagine.
Heidi: That’s my contribution. I don’t know how to cook. …You can get a BUCKET of cookies for $4! Do you want chocolate cats or ginger cats or… low fat cats?
Amy: Low fat cats!
A bored and probably baked TJ employee greets us in line, tipping a slashed open bag of gummy bears our way. “Wait…” Heidi says. “Can I have a pink one?”
At the time of our shopping trip, Leda was having a bit of an unofficial sabbatical. (Heidi: “It’s kinda like summer vacation.” Amy: “It IS like summer vacation! Spraaaaaaaang breaaaaaaaak.”) Since, they released an acoustic home-recorded EP to sate while the full-length gets kinks smoothed.