Last weekend I was on one of my frequent grocery runs at Lund’s in my neighborhood. I enjoy grocery shopping and tend to do it often. It is almost a social thing even though most people don’t strike up conversations. Great people watching, I suppose, and I think the contents in our carts speak for us. Being a bit self-conscious about what’s in your cart can help you choose a better diet, too. A win-win all around.
I also enjoy the samples that they hand out in generous proportions at my Lund’s. They had a nice basic hors d’oeuvre…one that has become a Minnesota holiday party staple…a dill pickle wrapped in ham and cream cheese. I love all three — pickle, ham, and cream cheese…and each is three times as tasty when served together. I was ready to dig in.
I reached for a skewered pickle wrap sample and nearly got my hand cut off.
Or was it nearly bitten off? Can’t remember. But I most certainly got scolded.
“Don’t do that! If you do I will have to throw the whole thing away! Everything!”
“But I did just do that…” And I reached to put my pickle wrap back on it’s little serviette when I got scolded again. “Don’t reach!”
What I didn’t understand, I guess, was the importance of where on the table the little samples were placed. Apparently it makes a difference, but I’m not sure how to know the difference and I didn’t dare ask. After years — a lifetime, really — of grocery shopping and snatching up samples as I shopped, I never noticed the invisible line. People around me seemed to understand the rule. Everyone looked at me as if I were as uncouth as a Texas Republican.
I tried to lighten the mood a little: “Well, don’t throw it away. Just give it all to me!”
Eyes roll and people start to grow impatient with my impertinence. (I’m just trying to get a damn spear of dill pickle wrapped up in ham and cream cheese!) Quickly and unexpectedly she puts a skewered hors d’oeuvre in my hand with a short, but polite, “here.” I say thank you and quickly step a way, like a young boy at Communion, and eat my treat. Then I look across the aisle at a less popular stop (fried tater tots or something) and I think I’ll give her some company, but get the look: “Keep moving, buster.”
So what did I do wrong? Please advise. Until then I have to let you know that I have been enjoying homemade dill pickle wraps. Yes! In fact I have nearly finished a half of a one-quart jar of baby dills. Very good. They are also quite good if you have a bad, bad cold or the flu, which I seem to have now. It is a simple snack that has a mild medicinal quality. Flavor, too.
I really haven’t much else to share so I thought I would share that story. I have been sidelined in recent days by this nasty — really dreadful nasty– cold or whatever it is. ( I don’t know what it is, but I’ll tell you what it is like. It is like a 24 hour hangover that lasts for days) I have also been burdened by the stress and inconvenience of losing The White Knight (my working car) so that I haven’t really had much time to impose on potential clients recently. But I have had time for pickles, cream cheese and ham!
Bonus points if someone can tell us all where else pickles have appeared in a recent A Little Tour In Yellow post! (Hint: You don’t have to look far.) This is fun! Tell your friends.
- What Hungry, Hungry Hippos Will Eat (weddingbee.com)