January 18, 2010
But sometimes, you know, you’re on the wrong side of the tracks (mountain) already, and what are you gonna do, drive 10 miles over the hill just so you can go to your favorite grocery store? (My answer: absolutely. Kim’s answer: you go where we have coupons, mister.)
So I found myself stuck at what I like to call Shock & Awe.
The only other time I’ve ever, in my life, heard Pork Rinds called out as something someone might want to find or consume? When John Cusack offered Daphne Zuniga a fried pork rind in The Sure Thing.
Really? I spent like 10 minutes trying to find Craisins for a salad, then another 10 trying to find someone to help me find the Craisins. Turns out, Pork Rinds made the cut on the Chips aisle, but Raisins somehow seemed too lowly for the Shock & Awe people to put on a sign.
Pork Rinds. Aren’t those like pickled pig’s feet? Or cheese curds? You know. Novelty items. White elephant gifts.
Or, at the Shock & Awe, the special on aisle 5.