You never know what the grocery store will be out of these days.
I haven’t seen flour for weeks, unless it’s made from something ghastly. At this point, dehydrated tofu/arugula flour wouldn’t surprise me.
Along with the lack of everyday items comes the strange substitutions.
Some, I can live with.
Peach and almond dish soap? Sure.
Legume pastas? Not so much.
Colorful? Yes.
Tasty? I doubt it.
Yes, these horrors are still on the shelf.
Though that shouldn’t come as a shock to anyone.
I couldn’t find my regular orange juice last trip and had to home with this.
And all I can say is the fruit might have ripened on the tree…. but the flavor leeched out on the way to the bottle. A less fruity fruit juice you’re not apt to find.
Then there was this, that the husband simply had to buy when the peanut butter shelf was empty.
Roasted watermelon seed butter.
WTF?
” ‘In with the new’ kinda day” ?
This abomination looks like beige spackling paste and smells half as appetizing. Needless to say the other half had one sandwich and called it good.
Did I mention it was $17 a jar?
A new scent of soap made its way to the shelves and being a mango lover, I had high hopes.
Sadly there was a lot more butter than mango in this product and unless you have a sudden urge to smell like a hot bucket of movie theater popcorn? I’d steer clear.
And finally, there were Pete and Gerry’s eggs.
What happened to Ben….
Good God, is my Cherry Garcia in peril?
Gerry… go back to Ben.
Substitutions are not always acceptable.
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