I’m not going to start this post with “when I was a kid”….
So… when I was a kid, grocery stores were magical places, usually because of the “electric eye” that opened and closed the doors. I used to torture the one at the High- Low Store on South Western Avenue, running in and then running out and even pasting my hand over the little yellow light that did the magic.
Once I finally was forced inside by my mother it was an amazing collection of green things, which I learned later were vegetables, and pieces of dead flesh, which I learned later tasted really better than the green things.
Over the years I’ve seen stores grow from house-sized to many- football field sized. In a mega-store of today you could be years in hunting down some red bell peppers (not officially a green thing), and even need a GPS to find the check-out register. I found my time and my expenses growing with each larger incarnation of a food market, so I have recently returned to the days of my youth. I am going back to smaller stores. Since most of the small groceries have disappeared, this means ethnic markets. It also means a house-sized or smaller store, and it’s in and out and done.
There even used to be corner groceries and markets where I lived, but no more. I still see them in neighborhoods in the city, but fewer and fewer.
I can no longer play hide-and-seek with the “electric eye”, as I would be arrested, so I haven’t entirely become a child again, but I can get a good selection of green things and dead flesh at a much smaller store for a reasonable price.