I was in a small family owned grocery store. I was shoppng with my mother and my sisters. I seemed to be mostly wandering with my mother. She wanted to make a pork roast. I loved her pork roasts. She was shopping for the ingredients and the side dishes, etc. We were in the produce section which was right inside the front door. The fresh fruits were way in a back corner. The butcher stood behind a meat counter in the back. The whole middle row was meats in store coolers. The canned and dried goods had no order to them and just seemed to be thrown onto shelves randomly. My sister Susan wanted to make poached pears for some reason and we finally found her in the back corner with the fruit. My sister Anne wanted real mashed potatoes so she was in the front picking potatos from a bin and shoving them into a bag. I wanted pink applesauce so I was looking for bulk apples and red cinnamon candies. Nina picked up some parsnips and a rutabaga. Then she went to the back and went right behind the butcher’s counter and cut her own roast. The butcher watched from the side. I told him it was okay that she used to do this as a living when she and my dad had a grocery store. She chopped off the piece of meat she wanted, wrapped it up, put it on the scale and told the butcher to put a price on it while she wrapped up what was left for him. I woke up and that is exactly what I wanted to make for supper but I didn’t.
Dreamer’s comments: I’m not sure. This is a throw back maybe to my younger years. My mom and dad did own a grocery store and they did act as butchers and whatever else was needed. I did love her pork roast. I did love pink applesauce which my grandmother would make for me. I think I must need some comfort here. These are all comfort foods and comfort people I am surrounded by. I think I am looking for comfort. Interesting.
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