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  1. 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

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

    Quoted message said:

    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 @¿@¬
    _____________________

  3. 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

  4. Tom Yost <[email hidden]> wrote in
    news:[email hidden]:

    Quoted message said:

    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

  5. Andy q said:

    Tom Yost <[email hidden]> wrote in
    news:[email hidden]:

    Quoted message said:

    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.

    Quoted message said:


    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

  6. Grizzman <[email hidden]> wrote in
    news:[email hidden]:

    Quoted message said:

    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

  7. Andy wrote on 6/25/2006:

    Quoted message said:

    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.

  8. In article <[email hidden]>,

    Wayne Boatwright wayneboatwright_at_gmail.com said:

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

    Quoted message said:

    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 [censored]"
    -- Jack Nicholson

  9. "KevinS" <[email hidden]> wrote

    Quoted message said:

    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.

    Quoted message said:

    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

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

    Quoted message said:

    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

  11. "Tom Yost" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
    news:[email hidden]...

    Quoted message said:

    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

  12. "OmManiPadmeOmelet" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
    news:[email hidden]...

    Quoted message said:

    In article <[email hidden]>,

    Wayne Boatwright wayneboatwright_at_gmail.com said:

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

    Quoted message said:

    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

  13. "Andy" <q> wrote in message news:[email hidden]...

    Quoted message said:

    Tom Yost <[email hidden]> wrote in
    news:[email hidden]:

    Quoted message said:

    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

    I'll one-up you. We used to sit on the porch and count the cars that went
    by during the day. Most usually, there were none.
    (The game was that whoever saw it first was the winner. -- Winner of what?
    Nothing.)
    Dee Dee

  14. On Thu 25 May 2006 08:42:43p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Dee
    Randall?

    Quoted message said:


    "OmManiPadmeOmelet" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
    news:[email hidden]...

    Quoted message said:

    In article <[email hidden]>,

    Wayne Boatwright wayneboatwright_at_gmail.com said:

    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

    You're right. I haven't stopped for a Happy Hour after work since 1967.
    :-)

    --
    Wayne Boatwright @¿@¬
    _____________________


  15. Quoted message said:


    Quoted message said:

    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


    I'm doing my darndest to promote that. I'm getting so the thrill of
    shopping is on-line shopping. I never watched the QVC-type programs. Now I
    shop in stores and usually find nothing; but if I do, I rush home to see if
    I can get it better and cheaper online. I have a few things to order at
    Fantes? Has anyone ordered online from them?
    Dee Dee

  16. Grizzman said:

    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


    I remember when butcher shops smelled of sawdust, but they're not
    allowed to use it now.

    Christine

  17. Old Mother Ashby said:

    You're not going to believe this sweetie, but when I was your age we
    felt *exactly* the same way! The difference is that (idealistic young
    innocents that we were) we thought we could do something about it.

    Yeah, no [censored]. And we're still trying to do something about it...

    Quoted message said:

    Your
    generation seem to just sit around whingeing when they're not out of
    their brains on all those new party drugs.

    Not to mention sitting around with their fibngers up their noses
    waiting around for someone to hand them the perfect 9-5 job that pays
    60K/yr...

    Quoted message said:


    Of course I generalise. Actually all the under 30s who I know personally
    are not like you at all, though there is no doubt that there is
    something different in the way they see the world. They probably get a
    certain frisson out of hearing some of their contemporaries railing
    against the world, as we did, but the are all just getting on with their
    lives as far as I can see.

    I dunno. There is a definite change in attitude. I think they were
    coddled too much.

    -L.

  18. -L. said:
    Old Mother Ashby said:

    You're not going to believe this sweetie, but when I was your age we
    felt *exactly* the same way! The difference is that (idealistic young
    innocents that we were) we thought we could do something about it.

    Yeah, no [censored]. And we're still trying to do something about it...

    Quoted message said:

    Your
    generation seem to just sit around whingeing when they're not out of
    their brains on all those new party drugs.

    Not to mention sitting around with their fibngers up their noses
    waiting around for someone to hand them the perfect 9-5 job that pays
    60K/yr...

    Quoted message said:

    Of course I generalise. Actually all the under 30s who I know personally
    are not like you at all, though there is no doubt that there is
    something different in the way they see the world. They probably get a
    certain frisson out of hearing some of their contemporaries railing
    against the world, as we did, but the are all just getting on with their
    lives as far as I can see.

    I dunno. There is a definite change in attitude. I think they were
    coddled too much.


    Oh, I think they said the same about us. Our parents had endured hard
    times during the Depression and the war and they wanted us to have
    everything, and all that. It was only partly true. They certainly had
    expectations for us (middle class parents, that is), that we would go to
    university and get on. I mean, in Australia in the 60s it was perfectly
    OK to leave school at 16, going to university was not common, and often
    not possible unless you had some sort of scholarship. Children of
    migrant parents were really under pressure in that way, and most of them
    started without any middle class advantages.

    I know that youngsters are naturally impatient, but I think that a lot
    of kids today are overly keen on instant gratification. They want what
    they want and they want it *now*! They want big houses with all the mod
    cons (known colloquially here as McMansions) and they saddle themselves
    with huge mortgages to get them. That's the ones who settle down. Quite
    a few of them don't settle down because they are on an impossible quest
    for the perfect partner. And the more sophisticated of them write
    ridiculous books or newspaper opinion pieces about how their parents -
    who are currently being encouraged by the federal government to work
    until they drop dead rather than retire - refuse to vacate their jobs
    and positions of influence. There is also the suggestion that we really
    ought to get on with dying and leaving them the family assets; alas, far
    too many boomers are nowhere near death and are busy SKIing for dear
    life (that's Spending the Kids' Inheritance)!

    All the same, allowing for growing up in a different world, I don't
    think the kids I know are so very different from the way we were.
    Personally I wouldn't want to be 25 today for quids, I really think that
    life is much harder for people starting out than it was when I was a
    gel. There are so few certainties, it's much harder to plan and yet
    there are fewer safety nets if things go wrong..

    Christine

  19. "Dee Randall" <[email hidden]> wrote in
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    Quoted message said:


    "Andy" <q> wrote in message
    news:[email hidden]...

    Quoted message said:

    Tom Yost <[email hidden]> wrote in
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    Quoted message said:

    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

    I'll one-up you. We used to sit on the porch and count the cars that
    went by during the day. Most usually, there were none.
    (The game was that whoever saw it first was the winner. -- Winner of
    what? Nothing.)
    Dee Dee

    On my visit to the Australian outback we stayed at a station (farm) that
    was so remote, They'd call (??) or satellite transmit their shopping list
    to a grocer and they'd arrive two days later by the mail truck along with
    their mail!

    How remote? My world cell phone read "No Signal" for weeks. Bugged me the
    whole time.

    Andy

  20. "Andy" <q> wrote in message news:[email hidden]...

    Quoted message said:

    "Dee Randall" <[email hidden]> wrote in
    news:[email hidden]:

    Quoted message said:


    "Andy" <q> wrote in message
    news:[email hidden]...

    Quoted message said:

    Tom Yost <[email hidden]> wrote in
    news:[email hidden]:

    > 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

    I'll one-up you. We used to sit on the porch and count the cars that
    went by during the day. Most usually, there were none.
    (The game was that whoever saw it first was the winner. -- Winner of
    what? Nothing.)
    Dee Dee

    On my visit to the Australian outback we stayed at a station (farm) that
    was so remote, They'd call (??) or satellite transmit their shopping list
    to a grocer and they'd arrive two days later by the mail truck along with
    their mail!

    How remote? My world cell phone read "No Signal" for weeks. Bugged me the
    whole time.

    Andy

    Their satellite (transmit?) phone would work and yours wouldn't -- sounds
    like a familiar problem to me. :-))
    Next time, try Nextel -- tee hee.
    Just kidding! It can happen!
    Dee Dee

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