...or, as they call it here, Kroger.
This morning, after I took Jeffrey to work (and while Randy was deep in sleep) I ventured into our local Kroger. You have to understand something about Kroger here. Until a few months ago, when Wally World started selling organic stuff, it was the only grocery store in town with a dedicated health food section. When the store opened six or so years ago (replacing a Bi-Lo) you would have thought it was the second coming of Jesus already. With two college communities here, there is adequate (that word again) interest and support for organics and the like. Some folks are in food co-ops. But there aren't many local home-grown farm stands, which surprises me. You have to get lucky and know someone with a garden (which, thankfully, I do).
I've always thought Kroger was adequate for my needs -- they sold Amy's products, before anyone else, and it has Bob's Red Mill and various soy milks. They sold Kashi when Kashi wasn't cool. I buy a lot of frozen vegetables, so they have good brands there, too. But I've been dreading my first GF foray into the Kay-rogere...
So today, armed with my trusty magnifier, I went in search of the GF foods.
The pickins are slim, folks. The pickins are slim.
1. No frozen GF bread (but five kinds of whole wheat, one with an inch thick of ice on the bottom of the bag. ICK).
2. Six, maybe seven Amy's GF products, but no pizza.
3. TWO kinds of DeBoles brown rice pasta, the same ones at the Wally World.
4. FOUR Pamela's mixes -- the good ones like chocolate cake and brownies.
5. An outstanding selection of Bob's products -- all I need.
6. Three GF type's of Barbara's Puffins.
7. One kind of white and brown rice bread, the same brand.
and the most hopeful for last:
8. THREE kinds of Larabars!
They've just started over the summer stocking no-additive chicken (good news) but I've gotten used to a butcher shop that is so good, well, this was depressing. Just depressing.
The hummus I like was $2 a container more than it is in Tampa, which is also depressing. I need to bring the food processor back with me so I make it myself again.
The selection is adequate to get me through in a pinch. I spoke to the manager and asked him to please order the Tinkyada white and brown rice pasta (I hope he will. He wrote it in his palm pilot) and please get more Larabars. But they need to have a meeting with a few individuals who purchase stuff from them, and really beef up their product line for GF eating. I know it's a sea of folks out there in the Ville.
Much love as I commence to unpack...