Thursday, April 25, 2013


This evening I did a quick run to the market, grabbed a few things and marked each from my list. The very last item on my scrap of paper was liver pate. 

I searched and searched. Isle after isle. I threw in the towel and like a good boy moved towards the front of the store and raised my hand for help.

Finally, a young man walks over and asked if he could be of assistance. I asked where they'd hidden the pate. He mumbled. I said, "Excuse me?"

"What's 'dat?"

I explained. Then repeated my request to five other store employees and one manager after I gave each an education in liver pate.

How sad. The number one food market in the state and a regional manager asked what one ate with a liver paste. Said he'd never in his life heard of pate.

Then again, I'm fairly certain he voted for Obama.

I just ordered a case of Sell's at