Oranges and olives

Today I did something I’ve avoided doing for years: I shopped at the Pennsylvania Macaroni Company

Yes, it’s a famous Pittsburgh-area foodie destination; yes, they have all kinds of delicious things like amazing cheese and orgeat syrup and amazing olive oil and real Italian imported everything. It is indeed hard to fathom that one might not want to go there.

Here’s the thing: I really don’t like crowds. And the other thing I know about Penn Mac is that, on a Saturday, the crowd there is fierce.

But now, living mere blocks away, I can easily shop there on a Thursday afternoon, when it’s not crowded at all. I can stand in front of a tall shelf filled with a dozen kinds of anchovies and take my time deciding which to buy. (I bought two kinds.) I can wander through and pick up just a few things, whatever I want to fix for dinner. I can check right out — no waiting for a cashier. It’s a very civilized grocery experience, mid-week.

One prize I acquired in this maiden shopping voyage was a bottle of orange olive oil from Sicily: “fresh olives and oranges are crushed together.” I served it as a simple dipping oil with cubes of fresh bread. So, so very delicious.

Orange olive oil and bread

I still didn’t go to the cheese counter though. One step at a time.

 

4 thoughts on “Oranges and olives”

  1. I rarely ever go to the Strip District either because I can’t stand crowds AND waiting in lines. I’ll try to go down on my next free Monday and see how it is.

    (I’ve really been enjoying your blog posts lately, by the way.)

  2. The cheese counter is intimidating. On a Saturday, you want to get the clerk who calls you “dearheart.” Otherwise, you can forget about getting 1/2 pound block of anything.

  3. Great tip. I feel sure that I’m going to restrict my cheese counter visits to week days, but I’ll still look for the clerk who calls me “dearheart.”

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