Dakota

blizzard

We're having a whopper this weekend, eighteen inches. On Friday I stopped at the market to pick up a few things and observed the thundering hordes panicked by the media, filling their carts for the upcoming crisis. It is interesting to note what people think they will need in a snowstorm. I don't think this was a bread and milk crowd. Orange juice was out of stock, except for the kind that has hairballs of pulp in it. All flavors of salad in a sealed plastic packages were gone, though there were plenty of real heads of romaine, leafy red lettuce and iceberg available. I bought the last of the fresh broccoli. I did notice that pasta and bottled sauce were selling big, though that's the kind of thing I keep in the cupboard for just such emergencies. It's the fresh produce that I would miss if I were isolated in my hovel for days.

Speaking of fresh produce, have you had your hepatitus shots? Five hundred cases arose in Pennsylvania two weeks ago, all traced to a Chili's Restaurant serving fresh scallions grown in Mexico. So much of our out-of-season, fresh produce comes from Mexico and Central America, I am surprised that this has never happened before. I remember when the appearance of asparagus in the market was a sign of spring, now I can buy it year round. At what price? Hepatitus is serious business.

Posted by Dakota at December 7, 2003 10:33 AM