Ok,so I’m a little confused. Today I was at SPD buyiing some limes. You know I figured,its Tuesday and I worked hard and it made sense I should reward myself with some world class margaritatas. Don’t worry,I didn’t drink them alone,partner had one.. (a token to my consumption but hey,who’s counting?).
So I was standing in the ‘quick checkout line’the one with the guy that always glares at people but turns out to be ok once you get to know him…. and I look over and there is Trevor,my pal from my former work environment here,but I digress,I’m sure there will he more to tell about that wonderful place of wine worship later but right now is not the right time.
So I’m in the line and the woman waves through everyone behind her,including me,because she wants to ‘…ask a question…..’. And she’s nice enough to not want to delay anyone behind her while she asks her question. Me with nothing but time on my hands these days,I refuse of course,and make her ask her question in front of me. In reality,I just wanted to really know this all important question.
It appears there is a conspiracy going on. She had 2 bottles of honey. Both were by the same company. The intimidating,but actually nice once you get to know him guy at the register,asked her what the question was.
‘Ok so these 2 bottles of honey are by the company in Penn Valley.. but I read the label and they say the honey is from bees that are sucking on clovers in northern Montana. I certainly don’t want the honey if its from bees from Montana’…or something like that.
I was sure she was a Berkeley transplant and I still am. But of course my goal was to get my Margaritas made.. I felt a kinship nonetheless and If I see her again I’ll definitely interview her for this blog. As for the outcome,the intimidating cashier told her she should call the company in Penn Valley to get her answer. Seems reasonable to me.
Ok 3 MG”s later and good night!
She sounds very Berkeley to me. And the margurita was tasty. Perhaps next time you can add some honey from Penn Valley.
This scene could have easily taken place at Andronico’s in Berkeley or the Berkeley Bowl–and at the Bowl,she would have asked if the honey came from free range bees–if free ranges bees are possible.