....why I chose a hot dog, er, past history.
That worked out: the hot dogs were wonderful, best I've had here in Abq, by far.
People have politely not mentioned The Olive Debacle. The place Diane got the meats is famously good, careful, environmentally worthy and so on - one of my favorite small grocers/butcher shops ever. I have liked the people a lot. I used to get olives there fairly often - relatively inexpensive in bulk, not as hefty a price as at everyday type grocers' bulk olive bars either. Got them when I was with Diane the day before. Put the refrigerated olives in a dish before setting out to Diane's with Roger. Some of us nibbled at the olives, ahhh, good. At most an hour after the event started, but the eating hadn't much, I stared at the olives. They looked a little gray. They were
a little gray. BBB suggested I just take out the baddies. Hmm, we'll see. I gave up on that and tossed the whole thing. I should have wondered - I haven't been there in a while and had some trouble finding the olives; they were at the back of the glass fronted deli section. Then there wasn't enough for a pound's worth, and a guy I'd not seen before went to the back to get more. I am guessing he supplanted them with iffy olives, as the second container's were squishier, not usual. A red flag I didn't catch on to - including the oddity that he started with too small a container for a pound. I thought I remembered getting larger ones for a pound but figured he knew what he was doing. Kumquat! Kumquat!
I guess I should email the company, thinking about it.
Adds, Barbara, BBB and Bfn and now Diane's friend, is terrific, a real trouper, y'know, putting up with Roger..