At the grocery store last night, I was trying to find Italian Seasoning. You know, the staple of my herb diet, wherein various and diverse “Italian” seasonings from Rosemary to Sage to Oregano are packed together into one spice jar?
I went to the store, here in Georgia, and looked around. And looked around. And…
Huh. I’m not seeing it.
I asked a nearby attendant where such a thing might be. He looked at me like I was crazy.
“You mean… Old Bay Seasoning? We got that.”
“They don’t make Italian. They got a Caribbean. It’s okay if you like that sort of thing.”
No. No no no no no. Italian… Seasoning… Not Old Bay.
Again, pointed to the large, two full shelves of various and diverse Old Bay Seasonings and knock-offs.
We both walk away from each other, then, believing the other to be crazy.