On another thread there was discussion about how milk was once
delivered to your doorstep and bread was wrapped in waxed paper.

I remember visiting my grandparents in the early 60's. My grandmother
never learned to drive. But in the neighborhood within a few blocks,
was a butcher shop, a bakery, a produce stand and a small general
grocery. (may have been a candlestick maker as well, but I don't
remember that...)

Each day, my grandmother would walk to the butcher and select a meat
(whatever looked the freshest or best quality that day), then visit
the bakery, the produce stand and finally the grocery (where I could
choose a treat from the penny candy counter) to pick up all the fresh
items for that evening's meal.

This seemed to be the daily routine - visiting the shops and selecting
the ingredients for dinner. She would do this each and every day.

Gradually the small shops closed down, replaced by more distant, large
"supermarkets." She then had to ride the bus to shop and began the
process most of us are used to of buying groceries for several days at
a time.

She would always lament the loss of the local grocers and how the
quality of the supermarket food was lacking.

40 years later, I look back at how old fashioned this seemed, but
realize that comparatively, it is similar to the way a chef shops
daily for ingredients for his restaurant.

I think if I lived in a big city that had an ethnic district with
small specialty markets that were in fairly close proximity, I would
stop each day on my way home from work to shop and choose the freshest
ingredients for the evening meal. Not every day but perhaps a few
times a week.



Tom

Well and it would be nice if it were still that way, but all of you
money grubbing greedy baby boomer *******s have pretty much ruined the
entire world with your elitist yuppie horseshit.

**** you.

On Thu 25 May 2006 04:02:36p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Tom Yost?

On another thread there was discussion about how milk was once
delivered to your doorstep and bread was wrapped in waxed paper.

I remember visiting my grandparents in the early 60's. My grandmother
never learned to drive. But in the neighborhood within a few blocks,
was a butcher shop, a bakery, a produce stand and a small general
grocery. (may have been a candlestick maker as well, but I don't
remember that...)

I remember all of that, but from the 1950s.

I live 36 miles from work and, luckily, there is a wide assortment of various
food shops...butcher, bakery, farm market, and supermarkets. Other than
stocking up with staples periodically, I often make daily stops at the
smaller shops to pick up something fresh to cook for dinner.

--
Wayne Boatwright @¿@¬
_____________________

i still go to a butcher shop for a few reasons, i am out of moose meat
and the local butcher sells elk!!!! its ALWAYS nice, clean and COOL! and
of course the SMELL! A butcher shop has a smell like no other....


Grizzman

projectile vomit chick wrote:
Well and it would be nice if it were still that way, but all of you
money grubbing greedy baby boomer *******s have pretty much ruined the
entire world with your elitist yuppie horseshit.

**** you.

DAMN....some serious angst you have

Tom Yost wrote in
:

On another thread there was discussion about how milk was once
delivered to your doorstep and bread was wrapped in waxed paper.

I remember the milk delivery, not the waxed paper bread.

Mom never shopped that way. She was a one stop shopper. Now I just shop
the Acme and get my produce at the produce market across the street oh,
and TJs once in awhile. Up until 5 years ago, there was a real butcher
shop, but they retired or something. There's still a seafood store in
town.

We lived in a town that was so small, you only had to dial 4 digits
(except for dialing out of town). I remember the day we had to actually
dial our prefix for local calls! Now I've got mandatory 10 digit dialing
(button pressing).

Andy

On 25 May 2006 16:11:36 -0700, "projectile vomit chick"
wrote:

Well and it would be nice if it were still that way, but all of you
money grubbing greedy baby boomer *******s have pretty much ruined the
entire world with your elitist yuppie horseshit.



I suppose that these days, the small specialty purveyors might be
considered elitist and yuppie whereas the giant supermarkets are the
places where the average "everyperson" shops.

Kinda screws your theory doesn't it?

Oh by the way, you forgot to add the smiley face in your post.


**** you.

Are you hot?


Tom

On Thu, 25 May 2006 18:54:43 -0500, Andy q wrote:

Tom Yost wrote in
:

On another thread there was discussion about how milk was once
delivered to your doorstep and bread was wrapped in waxed paper.

I remember the milk delivery, not the waxed paper bread.

We had a dog, a collie and a real sweet guy, but we had to send him to
my grandparents' place because he'd get out of the yard and slurp the
milk out of the top 1/3 of the bottles on our neighbors' doorsteps. I
was only 6 or so and it broke my heart.

Mom never shopped that way. She was a one stop shopper. Now I just shop
the Acme and get my produce at the produce market across the street oh,
and TJs once in awhile. Up until 5 years ago, there was a real butcher
shop, but they retired or something. There's still a seafood store in
town.

We lived in a town that was so small, you only had to dial 4 digits
(except for dialing out of town). I remember the day we had to actually
dial our prefix for local calls! Now I've got mandatory 10 digit dialing
(button pressing).

Me, too -- right now. But I get pastured-hen eggs delivered for a
buck fifty a dozen and I can buy pastured chickens and beef from the
people who raise the animals. My town is deeply boring except when
it's weird, and yet there are trade offs to be found.

Now if I can just find some duck breasts...Tom Colicchio has me on a
mission to make cured duck breast. If I have to buy the whole duck,
I'll just have to investigate duck confit, too. I asked at the Cow
Hill "super" market today. They can't even order it for me.
--
modom

Grizzman wrote in
:

i still go to a butcher shop for a few reasons

Fridays (I don't work on Fridays) I shop at an organic butcher (I get
pork loin or a capon for Sundsay and possibly slab cut bacon and some
bison to cook for my wife), a greengrocer who sells organic veggies,
and two barley bread from single grain and sourdough from a local
organic bakery.

The bread is not anywhere near the other two shops which are across the
street from each other.

--

"When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why
the poor have no food, they call me a communist."

Dom Helder Camara

Andy wrote on 6/25/2006:


I remember the milk delivery, not the waxed paper bread.

snip

I remember milk delivery but not in a horse drawn wagon. We had
Borden's. The other delivery in the alley behind the house was
Sealtest. Neither truck had a chair. I don't remember waxed paper
wrapped bread. We got Pepperidge Farm or Arnold's. I think they
were plastic wrapped. We started with small supermarkets in the
early 60's - Daitch Shopwell. Our town had a Gristede's, but we didn't
shop there.

I wonder how people 30 (and more) years from now will reminisce about
the good old days.

In article 9,
Wayne Boatwright wayneboatwright_at_gmail.com wrote:

On Thu 25 May 2006 04:02:36p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Tom Yost?

On another thread there was discussion about how milk was once
delivered to your doorstep and bread was wrapped in waxed paper.

I remember visiting my grandparents in the early 60's. My grandmother
never learned to drive. But in the neighborhood within a few blocks,
was a butcher shop, a bakery, a produce stand and a small general
grocery. (may have been a candlestick maker as well, but I don't
remember that...)

I remember all of that, but from the 1950s.

I live 36 miles from work and, luckily, there is a wide assortment of various
food shops...butcher, bakery, farm market, and supermarkets. Other than
stocking up with staples periodically, I often make daily stops at the
smaller shops to pick up something fresh to cook for dinner.

I still stop on the way home from work a day or two per week to pick up
fresh stuff for special planned meals.
--
Peace!
Om

"My mother never saw the irony in calling me a Son of a bitch"
-- Jack Nicholson

"KevinS" wrote

I remember milk delivery but not in a horse drawn wagon. We had
Borden's. The other delivery in the alley behind the house was
Sealtest.

Last I heard we still have milk delivery, but it's been a while so I
don't know for sure. I look for that brand of milk, I wanted to get
some today but the store was out ... they have the best tasting milk
and ice cream. I don't think it's 20 years since they stopped using
glass bottles.

I wonder how people 30 (and more) years from now will reminisce about
the good old days.

Remember when you used to go to the store to shop? Now you
just order online and they bring it ...

nancy

Nancy Young wrote on 25 May 2006 in rec.food.cooking

Remember when you used to go to the store to shop? Now you
just order online and they bring it ...

nancy



Nanners you can't be old enough to remember stores...
You sweet Young thing you...


I remember when the delivered milk would freeze and the cream can to the
top of the bottle.

Note the double play on Young...you've never seen that before...yeah right.


--
-Alan

"Tom Yost" wrote in message
...
On another thread there was discussion about how milk was once
delivered to your doorstep and bread was wrapped in waxed paper.

I remember visiting my grandparents in the early 60's. My grandmother
never learned to drive. But in the neighborhood within a few blocks,
was a butcher shop, a bakery, a produce stand and a small general
grocery. (may have been a candlestick maker as well, but I don't
remember that...)

Each day, my grandmother would walk to the butcher and select a meat
(whatever looked the freshest or best quality that day), then visit
the bakery, the produce stand and finally the grocery (where I could
choose a treat from the penny candy counter) to pick up all the fresh
items for that evening's meal.

This seemed to be the daily routine - visiting the shops and selecting
the ingredients for dinner. She would do this each and every day.

Gradually the small shops closed down, replaced by more distant, large
"supermarkets." She then had to ride the bus to shop and began the
process most of us are used to of buying groceries for several days at
a time.

She would always lament the loss of the local grocers and how the
quality of the supermarket food was lacking.

40 years later, I look back at how old fashioned this seemed, but
realize that comparatively, it is similar to the way a chef shops
daily for ingredients for his restaurant.

I think if I lived in a big city that had an ethnic district with
small specialty markets that were in fairly close proximity, I would
stop each day on my way home from work to shop and choose the freshest
ingredients for the evening meal. Not every day but perhaps a few
times a week.



Tom

Tom, you have a nice appreciation of "The Old Days."
My old days weren't similar, but I can certainly appreciate how we yearn for
this type of shopping for our food.
Sort of primal; the hunt.
Dee Dee

"OmManiPadmeOmelet" wrote in message
...
In article 9,
Wayne Boatwright wayneboatwright_at_gmail.com wrote:

On Thu 25 May 2006 04:02:36p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Tom Yost?

On another thread there was discussion about how milk was once
delivered to your doorstep and bread was wrapped in waxed paper.

I remember visiting my grandparents in the early 60's. My grandmother
never learned to drive. But in the neighborhood within a few blocks,
was a butcher shop, a bakery, a produce stand and a small general
grocery. (may have been a candlestick maker as well, but I don't
remember that...)

I remember all of that, but from the 1950s.

I live 36 miles from work and, luckily, there is a wide assortment of
various
food shops...butcher, bakery, farm market, and supermarkets. Other than
stocking up with staples periodically, I often make daily stops at the
smaller shops to pick up something fresh to cook for dinner.

I still stop on the way home from work a day or two per week to pick up
fresh stuff for special planned meals.
--
Peace!
Om

Hmm -- maybe there ARE some advantages to working --
Marketing is so much better for you than 'stopping" for Happy Hour on the
way home.
You both are sooo lucky and I know you are well aware of it.
Dee Dee