So, after hitching up the sled dogs, braving the gauntlet of feral children armed with ice-balls who were given a day without their keepers, and the treacherous ice floes on every street corner requiring a kayak and harpoon to negotiate, I ventured to the local über-mart.
During times of mass hysteria, you know, 9/11, an in-store appearance by Justin Timberlake and Miley Cyrus, a snowstorm, etc., what is left on the shelves can often be an indication as to the general attitude of civilisation. My neighborhood is very family oriented; so, one might expect the normal things like milk and eggs to be gone from the shelves. Not so. There were no frozen waffles, no english muffins, no cookies, no ice cream, no bread, few frozen veggies, and plenty of toilet paper, cleaning products, and beer.
This must be seen to be believed. Even when we were at "Universtity" and our tummies were invencible, or when we were during our "Damn the Torpedoes" years cramming for a "Gradual" Degree Oral, this was not a problem.
There may be a limit.
I'm all for extreme, but all of these seem as if they are catered toward the masses as opposed to being a novelty.
Have you ever been behind a couple at your favorite Deli counter?
You know the type I'm talking about.
They shop in pairs and are constantly in conference with each other about whether this is the right ingredient for the special recipe; that, they just downloaded from the inter-web because some idiot recommended it; which, they are making that very night, because they have eight people coming over; and, they need to show off their spanky new gourmet kitchen, that they took out a second mortgage to get; which, has only ever been used to re-warm last night's Chinese take-out in the microwave; since, they order in every night of the week, anyway; and, all they have in their over-and-under stainless steel fridge are various condiments and some 2% milk that has seen better days.
They wander through the aisles clutching their recipe printout like the bible and question every ingredient to the micro-gram; "Well, it says 28 oz. (800 g.) of canned tomatoes in the recipe, but all of the cans are 35 oz. (1000 g.), is this okay??". This "consulting" gets even worse when they actually reach the Deli counter. Then there is a bickering over what's the difference between Speck, Pancetta, and Proscuitto. Not to mention that they need exactly 4 oz. (115 g.) of one of them, or nothing will work. Because, that's what's the recipe says; and it must be true. The problem is all they have at this Deli is Smoked Bacon, so now it's time to panic.