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Wednesday, April 18, 2012

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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14 comments:

  1. I often find myself helping men find products for their wives. I think it would be a nice change to run into you in the baking aisle. :)

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    1. Cathy...Korte's during the week, Cub on Sundays...see you there!

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  2. I love hanging out at the baking aisle. No matter what I need from the store, I always have to pass through the baking aisle. Even when I'm on vacation, I like to visit the local grocery store to check out their baking aisle, ha ha. I'm glad I don't live in San Francisco. Their baking ingredients like flour and sugar is soooooo expensive.

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    1. Hanaa,LOL...I didn''t want to confess.ha ha ha, but I sooo go to grocery stores on vacation as well. You are the best.

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  3. I used to love the baking aisle of the small rural Wisconsin grocery stores as I was growing up. I have been a baker since the age of 5 or so (actually I was a stirrer then and graduated to baker about 10).

    We had goodies like "brown sugar cookies" which was chocolate chip cookies without the chips because they weren't a necessity but looking at those expensive treasures and walnuts, OMG chocolate chips and walnuts together in a cookie were totally out of reach.

    You could languish in the baking aisle and look at sprinkles, colored sugars, colored marshmellows even.

    Somehow it's just not the same at Walmart:(

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    1. Wisconsingal......what a great post. Truer words have never been spoken...and yes, how could I have forgotten to mention sprinkles?

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  4. Bring a puppy to the baking aisle and your allure will go through the roof :-)

    But seriously Klecko, you have a very astute (is that the word?) eye. And since the baking aisle has been a proven place where even old ladies talk to inked poet-bakers they should avoid at all cost, I find it is your (and our) solemn task to declare the whole world one big baking aisle.

    United we Run!

    (did I tell you that ever since I wrote the blogpost on you with that title, I'm being followed by a group of... runners. thought that was funny)

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    1. "Declare the whole world one big baking aisle".....wow, theres a poem in there somewhere.

      I am glad you, and your peeps dig the "United We Run" mantra...who knows? Perhaps that could be tattoo #36.

      Klecko is throwing good karma at the Windmill.

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  5. i liked this post very much. thank you for writing it.

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  6. Though I get my flours in 50 lb bags, I can spent a lot of time in the baking aisle contemplating the different products.
    I never fail to visit baking aisles during our trips abroad. In Germany I look wistfully at the cheap hazelnuts and the (much easier to work with) gelatine sheets. In Austria I get really pissed when I see that a big German company, makers of baking ingredients that are sold worldwide, deems Austrians worthy of frozen strudel dough - and Germans (or Americans) not!

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    1. I have a bakery down the street "La Patisserie", and the women who runs it "Deb T." was trained by Austrians over in Europe. She said they were tough-tough task masters...but boy can she bake. They served her well.

      Gelatin sheets???????

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  7. If I ran in to you in the baking aisle, I'd love to talk to you too. And I confess that I stand in that aisle often at work, staring at the flour, the sugars and chocolates and such, all the pretty little Bob's Red Mill bags of cool stuff and dream, dream, dream of what I would be doing if I didn't have that blue coat on, standing in the baking aisle at work.

    So yeah..... my favorite aisle too.

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