(This post is by one of our guest authors: Napanite. It was previously posted in The Omnivore's Solution.)
I just returned from a trip to the local grocery superstore, a
market called Lucky, and related to the chain that has Raley's and
other "upscale" outlets that compete with Whole Foods. It's one of
those vast emporiums with take out restaurant kiosks, a bakery,
pharmacy, bank, and children's play area inside; the kind of place
where wealthy suburbanites feel most at home. I dropped in to get some
extra ingredients for the soup I was making from my Thanksgiving turkey
stock, but I got seduced by a number of incredible price deals that
inevitably led me deeper into the store. Pork shoulder roast was 99
cents a pound, and eggs were $1.50 a dozen. By the time I was done I
had wrung up $87 in mostly luxury items, including some farm raised
salmon at $4.99 a pound, and some farm raised shrimp at the same price.
Baby bok choy was 50 cents a pound, as was the full size. I didn't
really want or need these things, they just looked good, but I'll be
eating them for weeks.
They say you should never go to the store hungry, but I find modern
grocery chains so depressing I probably couldn't go in them any other
way. I spent most of my adult life in San Francisco shopping in small
Asian markets, butcher shops and the like, and the Wal-Martization of
grocers makes me as weary as the rest of the modern world, like health
care and gasoline prices. Still, you have to eat, and these huge stores
have full range selections of organic produce, health food, and health
food suppliments. The cereal isle looks more like a pharmacy now than a
toy store, which is how it looked when I was younger. All those ads
about constipation and heart disease don't make the products more
appetizing than the toys did, and the nutritional content is really
about the same, with vitamins added in presumably to detoxify all the
simple sugar.
This store tries hard to appear green. They sell reusable grocery
bags for 5 bucks a pop. Half the items in the store say they are either
"natural", whatever that means, or organic. Natural included a canned
ham shaped like a triangle, though I never saw ham labeled "unnatural".
At the check out line you get your choice of bags, but because the
clerk was busy ringing up the wrong numbers, I missed the chance to
intervene, and my small stock of food was divided among 11 plastic
bags, including one containing only a lonely tube of toothpaste. One
trip to the grocery and I have enough plastic to duck tape into a drop
cloth for painting the livingroom.
At home, I cooked the salmon for a sandwich while I was making the
soup. I definately did not overcook it, but when I dropped it on the
floor, it spread out like baby mush. They must have refrozen it and
added water somewhere - inedible. Salmon puree. The precooked shrimp
tasted like hominy, though when I buy them uncooked they're usually
pretty good. I think the same farm in China cooked them that raised
them. The apples were mealy and tasted like, well, not apple, but at 99
cents a pound, who could resist. I wonder if they had been frost
damaged. They followed the salmon into the bin.
It isn't all bad. Except for the apples, the produce selection is
high quality, including the free bok choy. I'm sure that pork will be
OK, if fatty, and they certainly had a fine selection of fancy salad
dressings and barbecue sauces, albeit pricey. The sweet and sour pork
isn't bad, either. An entire planet is on display from figs to fusili
pasta, if you have the money, but caveat emptor is the slogan. Green,
after all, is the color of money.