The supermarket! Was there ever a more fiendish plan for entrapment? I went to an A&P that I haven’t been to in few years. They redesigned their floor plan since I was last there apparently to go head-to-hippie-head with the nearby Whole Foods. All I can say is wow what a mess. It’s the most confusing building I’ve ever been in. I can’t even describe what the layout is but the idea is to create as much refrigerated wall space as possible. You know how most supermarkets have an outer wall of produce and an outer wall of meat/fish and finally an outer wall of dairy? Due to curving and circular pathways and I don’t know what else sorcery I guess this one had SIX outer walls and then a maze of irregularly aligned short aisles.
My original plan was to go up and down each aisle one time and whatever I forgot could be damned but I can’t tell you if I made it to each aisle or if I traversed them more than once. All I know is that I forgot cucumbers applesauce and salt but impulse grabbed a jar whole grain mustard and a box of sugar free Fudgsicles. So overall it was not a disappointing excursion.
But that is not the most remarkable thing that happened to me at the supermarket today. In fact it was something that I never even thought of before.
I was standing in the checkout line minding my b-i-bidness – in fact I kind of drifted away from my task of bagging and was just standing there thinking about something probably the Fudgsicles – when the guy behind me looks at my 1/2 gallon of “America’s Choice” store-brand milk and asks me if it came from America. To which I had no answer. Then he tells me that expensive milk comes from America but if you buy bargain milk that comes from other countries and just because my milk was named “America’s Choice” that was no guarantee that I had American milk.
Did you ever hear of that? I didn’t. But I wanted to be sure that I didn’t get any of that hoof n mouth milk from Canada so I inspected the carton and couldn’t see any country of origin only this remark printed above the bar code:
I didn’t see anything like “Made in U.S.A.” stamped on the container so I assumed the best and went on my way while the guy was still talking about bargain milk. When I got home I told Sami about it and he laughed at me and said of course it’s American milk but he had no facts to back that up so I had to turn to Al Gore’s internet to see if anyone had heard of foreign milk infiltrating the tri-state area’s dairy supply.
I turned up this google link called Where Does Your Milk Come From? which got me even more worked up by opening with provocative questions: “Ever wonder where that jug of milk came from that you just purchased at the supermarket? Just how far away were those cows raised?” Gah!
There was a link to another site called “Where IS MY Milk From?”
Created by a student of Brigham Young University, the website has a database with information from the FDA’s interstate milk shippers list which is public information not easily accessible for the average consumer. The website also accepts codes from dairy products other than milk.
… and that was the jackpot of dairy product origin. Following the directions there, I found the plant code on my milk container plugged it into the search box and found out that my milk came from Burlington New Jersey. Sami laughed again but I can only hope that there are dairy cows in Burlington New Jersey and it’s not just some repository for Chinese milk that comes floating up the Delaware River in stealth milk tankers.
So happy ending but this all happened before 10am and it was thoroughly exhausting to the point that I had to immediatley break into the sugar free Fudgsicles to reinvigorate myself.