Tofu Hot-dogs

There’s a local grocer [chain] who tried a new approach to the supermarket concept and called it “Central Market.” A supermarket and grocery store for the new millennium, perchance? With the latest one opening, just about all my friends have trooped through the new store’s aisles and marveled at the selection, the prices, the brands, the weird stuff, and so forth. Last night, it was my turn, the Leo shows up in her truck, and off we go. I snagged a little pint of organic carrot juice so that I looked like everyone else in there. The first sampler we came to was “Tofu Hot-dogs” with expensive, fancy knock off French mustard stuff. I’m not sure they appreciated my comments about “real hot dogs need cheap, yellow mustard.” Then came the bread samples. Then there was the really good salami sample. Then cheeses, and I steered clear of that awful funky smelling French stuff, but the goat cheese was pretty good. Then there were those strange little Greek egg roll grape leaf things. “Then we went to the ice cream, then we had to go back to the hot dogs to try the different mustards,” the Leo reminded me later. I figure we made three passes through the samples, and I know I did four takes of the Tofu Hot Dogs. I could never, ever endorse a tofu anything, but they had the hot dog flavor right, except for the mustard, and the hot dog girl was the only sample person glad to see us about that third time around. “Then we’d head for the check-out aisle/ With a lemon and a bottle of beer/ Into the car got to make it on home/ ‘Cause supper time is gettin’ near. (repeat chorus)” Peanut Butter Conspiracy – Jimmy Buffett (A White Sport Coat & A Pink Crustacean, © Let There Be Music, Inc.1973)