Last week I was somewhat horrified to see that my local grocery store had stopped stocking the Lean Cuisine Spinach and Mushroom pizza, which technically isn’t South Beach friendly because of the white bread, but hell if I care because it was delicious and saved me from cooking eggs every morning for breakfast. I’m sure the chickens of the world were grateful.
Someone else in town must have shared my tastes because quite frequently there would be a gaping hole in the Lean Cuisine pizza section where these delicious spinach and mushroom treats should have been, like it’d been hit by Popeye on a rampage. When I did see them in stock I’d usually resort to hoarding tactics and buy 6 at a time. I sometimes wondered if a round of lucky timing would lead me to run into this other unknown pizza lover as they were dumping piles of pizzas in their grocery cart. Alas, I have never come face to face with my pizza hoarding nemesis. I suppose it’s for the best since wrestling in the frozen food section with strangers would probably be bad for my reputation.
Instead of the pizza they had these new panini products, which is just fancy talk for “sandwich,” so I grabbed one. Oh. My. God. I’m going to sound like a corporate shill here, but these are so good that I don’t even care that I can no longer buy my dorky little pizzas. If anything the paninis are slightly better for me because 3 out of 4 of the flavors use sourdough bread, which is a bit more South Beach friendly than the Italian bread. They come packaged with a circular silver “grilling plate” that toasts the bread. You heat up the two sandwich halves, flip them on top of each other and yum, yum, yum. Quite filling too.
Now I’m getting slightly worried because I’m moving in two weeks and there isn’t a Meijer* grocery store near my new place. Will the grocery stores near me stock my latest food paramour or am I going to have to make a seven mile trip north to the closest Meijer to continue this love affair? And what about my other food staples? I hadn’t thought about how moving might screw with my food supply. I hope the grocery stores near me stock my preferred brand of yogurt and cheese sticks. If not, hell, seven miles isn’t that far.
* It’s a Midwestern American grocery story. Don’t feel weird if you’ve never heard of it or have no idea how to pronounce it.