I needed some heavy cream for the oyster soup. I walked over to a small, neighborhood market to see if they had any in stock. I figured that I owe them some business because my dog scammed a lot of free dog treats from them back before they were reported to the health department for allowing dogs inside. They didn’t have any heavy cream, which I noted when the clerk, a very earnest middle-aged lady, asked if I was finding everything.
Well, this sent her all a-flutter:
“No cream?! Well! How about if you use Devon cream? We have some jars up front.”
Oh, no thanks, that’s not what I need.
“Well, come look at it! Or I could call my husband and ask him if you can use it!”
I’m making soup–that won’t work. Thanks, though.
“What about sour cream?”
No, thank you. It’s fine, really.
“We have Redi-Whip in a can!!!”