“Remoted” – Day 494 (Friday)

A random memory of two favorite pita pockets inexplicably popped into my head about a month ago. One has Havarti cheese, tomato, cucumber, mayo and sprouts. The other is just American cheese, stuffed into the pocket and toasted in the toaster oven. Each time I’ve been in a store with a food section for the past month there has been an unsuccessful search for pita bread.

There was a quick stop at Market Basket on Thursday, primarily for the “It takes a whole chicken to feed a Canine Overlord on a special diet for a week” meal plan. This MB keeps the roasted chickens in the back near the deli. During the journey to the chicken, other essentials were grabbed – eggs, butter, yogurt – and others forgotten, namely half and half used daily for coffee. It wouldn’t be a shopping trip without missing something.

Passing the deli included the now habitual scan for pita bread and there it was amongst the deli rolls – Joseph’s pita bread, which was everywhere once upon a time, and recently has been nowhere, and trust me, I’ve been looking. 

Fig Cuccidati.

It turns out that the pita bread isn’t the only scarce item for that pocket sandwich of yore. Finding alfafa sprouts, or any sprouts, or as they seem to be called in the fancy fresh produce vernacular of the times, “micro greens” is also a challenge. Recently, Misfits Market has had “mixed micro greens” listed, but they were usually sold out before I could order them. Yesterday, MB taunted with me with a shelf tag that listed alfafa sprouts, but instead of sprouts, the space was filled with sliced white mushrooms. The pita bread luck continued today and the Misfits Market order for next week includes micro greens. It will be  interesting to see whether they arrive or not.

The pita pockets procured Thursday were cut in half and set in the freezer. Next weekend there shall be at least one of the veggie pockets with sprouts. Last night and today, it was veggie pockets containing mixed salad greens, which was good, but not quite the same.   

Other tasty bits were harvested at the store. Ben and Jerry was on sale, and the bakery discount rack offered delicious wheat bread and a container of fig cuccidati which I’d never heard of but I like figs and an Italian cookie with a schmear of fig filling and a sugar glaze looked like a winner to me.

There was a moment of panic when I couldn’t find the cookies after unpacking the groceries. A trip was made to the car to see if they had fallen out of the bag, and when not found, it was feared they had been left at the store. They were finally found in the vegetable bin with the similarly sized container of mushrooms and other produce. That was close.

The fig cookies proved to be a perfect complement to the bottle of chardonnay accidentally drank in its entirety last night. By supper tonight, the container of ten cookies held just three. Then two. Then none. Tasty bits do not enjoy a lengthy life in my world. The carrots in the veggie bin for the past who knows long, however, are another story.