Grocery Store Baking Aisle

Every other Sunday, Sue McGleno and I spend the afternoon at the grocery store.

The two of us enter together, pass the butcher, baker and deli together, but when we hit aisle #2...the baking aisle, that's when my wife will cut the chord and head out on her own.

I could stand in the grocery store baking aisle forever.

I love to look at all the fun ingredients that come in the Suzy Homemaker sizes.

When you've spent 1/2 your career humping 100# bags of flour across a mixing area, the prospect of lifting 1# bags of powdered sugar are alluring.

Speaking of powder sugar....does your baking aisle have 4 different brands like mine?

Every single one of them is a different price.

Sue McGleno gets pissed because she buys brown sugar fairly often to go with her morning oat meal.

Our store has 3 different light brown sugars, and one dark brown sugar.

Sue McGleno will usually grab for the cheapest version, but then when she forges ahead....I swap it for the most expensive version, and slide that one under the pile of food in the cart.

When we hit the check out line, my job is to unload the cart.

When the brown sugar surfaces, I make a big deal and accuse my wife of being a culinary diva.

It cracks me up because each time she doesn't see it coming.

The cashier never thinks its funny though. they don't know my routine. They just think Klecko is a jerk.

Then there is all the 5# flour bags.

Don't they make you feel like you are in a time machine while you look at them.

I think I've mentioned this before, but I like Robin Hood Flour, mostly because it is milled in Minnesota, and I am a boy.

Boys like Robin Hood anything.

But my favorite reason for hanging in the baking aisle is because I get to talk about baking with old ladies.

For whatever reason....old ladies aren't afraid of me there.

Maybe its just too hard to be intimidated by a 268# tattooed guy when he has cup cake holders and a spatula in hand.

But truth be told, I have learned more about my craft from talking to older women in aisle #2 than anywhere else.

I don't think people are willing to spark up conversations in the produce department, and if you try to talk with somebody in the frozen food aisle...they'll call the cops.

Yeah....the baking aisle has is a zen jackpot.

In a world of modern living, where the pace of life can be so fast, many people avoid the baking aisle all together.

I hope I never enter that world

Am I the only one who feels this way....comment please.


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