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[which_chick]

I was at the grocery last night and in the produce-pimping section of the store (where they put stuff when it's in season), they had strawberries. Now I'm aware that it is not strawberry season just yet. The strawberry festival is in June. June, I say. This, this is March. It is not June. June is about forty degrees away. Be that as it may, there were strawberries in the produce-pimping section of the grocery. Clearly, strawberries are in season *somewhere*. Alongside the strawberry display, there were packets of some kind of horrible red slop that you were supposed to tart them up with. Uhm. Yeah. I expect that the red glop exists to perk up the flavor of cardboardy long-shipped strawberries. It still seems like a heartless thing to do to relatively innocent fresas from south of our borders. The display also had spongecake things with depressions in the top, presumably so that you could dollop the tarted-up strawberries into a gelationous heap on the tops of them, in the depressions.

Do people actually eat this shit? Fucking ghastly, if you ask me.

Anyway, before I sidetrack further onto the eating habits of the locals, the display ALSO had authentic french crepes. That's what the plastic packaging said, anyway, as near as I could read it. (I have difficulty reading when I'm cringing like a slug that has had salt poured on it.)

I had two thoughts. One was that I was like two years ahead of the trendy food industry. Go me!

The other was that perhaps more people needed to know how to make crepes. I've been over that a couple of times. You should have taken notes.

If you buy the stupid stuff at the grocery, I will mock you forever.