At the supermarket the other day.
My granddaughter Maura (12) texted me this random can of tomato sauce she saw in Sam’s Club on Thursday. I love that she noticed it, photographed it and shared it with me.
I’ve photographed out-of-place items in stores before and have been astonished at what people leave in odd spots.
We were sad when a local neighborhood business on Cedarville Street, Groceria Italiana, closed their doors last summer..
But here’s the good news!
It has recently reopened as Bloomfield Groceria. It’s really close to Steve’s work so he picked up this wonderful ravioli and brought it home.
We are thrilled they are in business under new proprietors.
Especially after tonight’s dinner of their delicious Spinach and Cheese Ravioli. I sautéed baby spinach- you can see it peeking out underneath.
And I grated some fresh Parmigiano-Reggiano on top. I asked Steve if he could to pick up mushroom ravioli for dinner next week.
Here’s an Pittsburgh Post-Gazette article written by Bob Batz, Jr., about the new Bloomfield Groceria
I’ve seen recipes for cauliflower pizza crust but not this line of cauliflower products. They just caught my eye a couple of weeks ago at Lucky’s Market in Clintonville. No taste test on my end yet but I’m eager to hear from others who’ve eaten the cauliflower sandwich things or pizza crusts.
Grateful for all we have
Labriola’s Italian Grocery
Pratt Museum Homer Alaska
and thinking about the idiomatic phrase horse of another color
Took this photograph when I was in NYC on Spring Break and my sister was shopping in the Indian Grocery shop.
Here is a recipe for the sweet peda. Flavored with cardamon. It is made with khoya – “semi-solid thickened milk” One post said it is similar to ricotta cheese texture but I haven’t made it and would like to know and the recipe says to “grate the khoya” so that doesn’t possible if it is similar to ricotta. Not enough research but hope someone will comment and fill in the gaps. I was attracted to it in the case and I shot through the glass.
How do you feel about rhubarb? People either love it or hate it. There is no in-between. The rhubarb in Joan’s garden returns every year. The leaves are supposedly poison. To me the word rhubarb is comical. A sure sign of Spring. The lighting was not great at the grocery but sometimes one is moved to photograph anyway. Click the word rhubarb for more info, recipes and how to tend it. Rhubarb reminds me of my grandmother. My sister made strawberry rhubarb preserves and we’d slather it on warm Zito’s bread when the kids and I would visit her in NYC.