Why can't I leave Whole Foods with only what I intended to get?? Aaarrrggghh!! This morning, I stopped in after the farmer's market to pick up a bottle of balsamic vinegar. I quickly found a bottle and popped it in my basket and was ready to go.
Then it happened- the evil cheese counter. I start looking at some cheese with no real intent to buy any, when I hear a voice from behind the counter. It is one of Whole Foods' many cheese incubuses- a disarmingly cute, polite, 20-something young man with cheese knowledge- saying "Sir, could I interest you in some Stilton with a chile-lime puree on a spelt cracker this morning?" Of course, I said yes. What was I supposed to say- "F*ck you, cheese boy, minion of the dark lord of quality dairy products?" It was like he read my mind- cheese? chile? lime? This guy was good.
So, what did I leave with? A bottle of balsamic vinegar, two varieties of stinky cheese, a 9.99 3 oz jar of chile-lime puree (!!!), a tiny bottle of truffle oil that I spotted at the evil cheese counter and a copy of the UTNE Reader with the cover story "Why Are We So Angry?". Why? Because we spend all our money at the damn cheese counter. That's why!
When I got home I opened the blue and left the gorgonzola for later, sliced a pear, and dabbed a teaspoon of chile-lime puree on the plate. It was a moment of heaven- and it fit on my Whole New Me diet/fitness plan.
4 comments:
The only way to avoid the evil cheese counter is to shop with small children - then you CAN'T WAIT to get them out of there.
I have a milkman who brings me cheese- but only cheese from bongards, so I'm not all that tempted. If he ever adds brie to the list, I'll have to fire him.
Oh the creamy goodness of brie - I DO miss brie . . . on crackers, on apples, straight into my mouth, fresh from the oven . . .
yeah, I've always wanted to do something fancy with brie - but it never lives very long once it's unwrapped. I kind of view it as a moldy cheese sandwich- a very tasty, moldy cheese sandwich. The whole wedge is gone in less time than it takes me to think of something else to do with it.
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