So I went to COSTCO the other day, looking for this and that, but not a rotisserie chicken.
I really like their roasters: plump, juicy, and at 3 pounds for $4.99 the very model of a major-league loss leader.
But I had recently had chicken, so this time I was just rolling past the big counter where they line them up in rows of plastic containers, from which the aroma drifts temptingly across several nearby aisles. My immediate target was the free sample carts (one had some interesting Keto crunchies, and another low-sodium salami), then the good gluten free bread on the way to the checkout.
Except there wasn’t any aroma that day, and glancing back I saw two surprising reasons why: a long bare shelf, and taped just above it, a sign like this one: “Sorry, no chickens for now.”
That’s like saying peanut butter but no jelly, avocados but no toast, bagels sans cream cheese.
Yet there it was. Or rather, wasn’t.
Cliches came to my rescue: “Supply chain,” I murmured, and nervously hurried on to the bread aisle, where I was relieved to find plenty of the favored GF loaves.
Half an hour later, I was cruising through a Food Lion, still not hunting for chicken. Instead, I was after tater tots, which the Fair Wendy, notwithstanding her general stickler’s demand for organic, artisanal & free range comestibles, maintains a partiality for the tots, as a staple on which she was raised. I think she is persuaded that perhaps these pommes de terre must have been karmically artisanal at some point in their spiritual journey to Comfort Food Valhalla.
Whatever; I like ‘em too. Enroute to the frozen food, I hung a left in front of the long bank of shelves for fresh meat—
— And there I was confronted by about twelve feet of completely bare shelves.
It was the fresh poultry section: but while there was beef on one end, and ham on the other, no once-feathered friend was anywhere on sale between, at any price.
Fortunately I did snag some tater tots (grabbed an extra bag too; you never know). And I arrived home with most of what I was after, including an unexpectedly enhanced understanding of why things feel so unsettled in the USA these days.
In truth, there is plenty of provender in our cupboards & fridge. Supply chain troubles are a hassle, but we’re not going hungry.
Yet it is nervous-making. A craving for a rotisserie hen can sneak up on one. And if they start running short of TP again, Katy bar the door.
Though I do have a secret stash of several extra rolls left over from the last lockdown. Just in case, so we don’t get wiped out.