I'm a small market person. I find zero appeal in shopping somewhere that I can buy corn and tires. It confuses me.
My neighborhood has great little shops. I can park my car and go to the bank, the drug store, the meat market, the little grocery and the dry cleaners. I can browse the jewelry store. I can grab a sandwich and hors d'oeuvres at the great deli and if I need to, I can restock our liquor cabinet in the corner store.
The oldies loved this area. They could wait for a prescription while browsing or eating.
The husband decided that we should grill Ahi tuna and shrimp tonight. I had to venture a little north of my normal clan of shops. Three miles north of my home is a great fish market where everything comes in fresh each day.
I couldn't buy a lawn mower or a treadmill in these shops. I did get some wonderfully fresh seafood.
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Saturday, May 24, 2008
Monday, October 1, 2007
My Little Corner
I will start this story by admitting that I am very spoiled. I like it that way.
There's a retail center very near my home. A small grocery, a dry cleaners, a meat market, a drug store, jewelry stores, a bank, a deli, a gas station. This is not a mall. It is truly an old-fashioned, neighborhood hub. I have some reason to frequent at least one of these establishments every day.
It's a little like Cheers,-- "Where everybody knows your name."
Last week, I dropped off a watch in the jewelry store. This is not a Rolex. It's a department store, medium-priced basic watch. I didn't feel like standing in line so I wrote my phone numbers on a napkin (from my handbag) and handed it to someone. They called 30 minutes later but I was headed out of town so I just picked it up today. No charge! I cannot believe how many times they have done that for me and the oldies. If I ever make any real money, I must go in there and buy some jewelry.
The husband bought me a beautiful platter for our anniversary a few years ago. The first time I destroyed it, the silver was dented. So, they sent it off to Italy to be repaired. The other day, I knocked it over and cracked the porcelain. I dropped it off today. Yep, they're sending it off to Italy. I'll get a new one -- no charge.
I popped in the meat market and left a list of things I'd like to pick up tomorrow. They'll have it all packaged and call me when it's ready to go.
The liquor store and the dry cleaners do not offer delivery service but they've both delivered to my home on more than one occasion.
I had to pick up a prescription for the husband and line was long, long, long. The pharmacist motioned to me and opened a new register.
I ran in the deli and told the owner I need a couple of quiches for later this week. She'll call me. She offered to deliver them but how spoiled can I be? I'll pick them up.
After all, I'm over in my little corner every day.
There's a retail center very near my home. A small grocery, a dry cleaners, a meat market, a drug store, jewelry stores, a bank, a deli, a gas station. This is not a mall. It is truly an old-fashioned, neighborhood hub. I have some reason to frequent at least one of these establishments every day.
It's a little like Cheers,-- "Where everybody knows your name."
Last week, I dropped off a watch in the jewelry store. This is not a Rolex. It's a department store, medium-priced basic watch. I didn't feel like standing in line so I wrote my phone numbers on a napkin (from my handbag) and handed it to someone. They called 30 minutes later but I was headed out of town so I just picked it up today. No charge! I cannot believe how many times they have done that for me and the oldies. If I ever make any real money, I must go in there and buy some jewelry.
The husband bought me a beautiful platter for our anniversary a few years ago. The first time I destroyed it, the silver was dented. So, they sent it off to Italy to be repaired. The other day, I knocked it over and cracked the porcelain. I dropped it off today. Yep, they're sending it off to Italy. I'll get a new one -- no charge.
I popped in the meat market and left a list of things I'd like to pick up tomorrow. They'll have it all packaged and call me when it's ready to go.
The liquor store and the dry cleaners do not offer delivery service but they've both delivered to my home on more than one occasion.
I had to pick up a prescription for the husband and line was long, long, long. The pharmacist motioned to me and opened a new register.
I ran in the deli and told the owner I need a couple of quiches for later this week. She'll call me. She offered to deliver them but how spoiled can I be? I'll pick them up.
After all, I'm over in my little corner every day.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
The Farmer's Market
I've always been a delicate eater. I'm not a picky eater -- I like almost every food imaginable. I'm just rarely hungry and if I am, three or so bites will fix it. This makes the people in my life crazy.
Here's the exception. I want to devour everything at the farmer's market. This is our time of year for sweet corn, melons, and big, juicy tomatoes. Friends bring me things from their garden -- I make fresh salsa and big salads. I like eating the fruit and letting the juice drip down my chin. I may be full but three bites are not enough.
Here's the exception. I want to devour everything at the farmer's market. This is our time of year for sweet corn, melons, and big, juicy tomatoes. Friends bring me things from their garden -- I make fresh salsa and big salads. I like eating the fruit and letting the juice drip down my chin. I may be full but three bites are not enough.
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