Hi,
Since day one of reading and participating in these food boards, I have acquired obsessions that were more a reaction to people's enthusiasm rather than to my personal wims.
In the beginning, I would read of Jim Leff's desire for Quisp flying saucer shaped cereal. I recall he didn't want anyone to tell him where it could be found, because he like the thrill of the hunt locating a box in random grocery stores. For years thereafter, I would scan the cereal aisles hoping to find my own box of Quisp. Last summer, I hit the jackpot twice: my first encounter was at Grand Food Center in Winnetka. As I scanned the aisles, the martian with the propeller on his head stared back at me. I felt like I won the lottery. I immediately bought a box and a gallon of whole milk to enjoy the experience to the maximum. Quisp reminded me of the much easier to locate Captain Crunch, but still after all these years I finally had one.
My second box of Quisp was found at Fox and Obel in the middle of a rack of whole grain cereals. While it was fun to find my second box in six years of searching, I felt this Quisp was more calculated marketing ploy than a true spontaneous find. I will bet the farm it was offered at Fox and Obel for the Jim Leff and Chowhounds aware of this obsesssion. Somehow this was not as thrilling as the Grand Food Center experience, I did not buy the second box of Quisp.
In my kitchen next to the television is a jar of Durkee Famous Sauce. I bought it largely due to reading people pleading for leads on where to buy it. For quite some time, I was scanning the shelves of grocery stores hoping to find one. I got lucky last year in a boutique cheese store in Wisconsin. My trophy has been sitting in my kitchen ever since unopened largely because I don't think about it when I make a sandwich. I don't especially pine for it, don't know what it tastes like and sometimes wonder why I have it. In a small way, I hope when I do try it, I will not be particularly impressed. I am afraid to like it, because then I will really waste time seeking it out again.
When I was maybe 10-years-old, my Mom bought a box of Appian Way Pizza, because it reminded her of her childhood. Appian Way Pizza was a treat in my Mom's household. My Mom and her brother Tom would carefully mix the dough, pat it out, distribute the pizza sauce and shake parmesan cheese from a small shaker can over it. They couldn't wait for it to come from the oven and carefully cut it for a 50:50 share. My Mom had just retold this boring old chestnut of a story last summer, when a few days later I found a box of Appian Way Pizza at Garden Fresh Market in Northbrook. Naturally, I called home to report it to my Mother who was screaming with delight, then I took a box home. Appian Way Pizza is now offered complete with Crust Mix and Pizza Sauce. Just breeze past the omission of the cheese, while it wasn't great, it was part of the Appian Way Pizza experience. I made the pizza with grated parmesan, then served it to my Mom. It tasted like Bisquik in my humble opinion. My Mom didn't rave about the taste, she was still stirred up by her memories from over 50 years ago. I heard her recounting the experience with her brother and laughing over the good ol'days fighting over Appian Way Pizza.
Sometimes these obsessions originate with me. I have bought so many Bitter Lemon imitators hoping to find anything approaching Schweppes Bitter Lemon. I scan lots of store shelves hoping to find a surprise pocket of Schweppes Bitter Lemon. When I was at Minos in Addison recently, I had a tickle of a memory this may be a source for my beloved Schweppes Bitter Lemon. Sneaky shelving at Minos, I found an imitator first then found the Schweppes Bitter Lemon. Imitator quickly returned to the shelf and several bottles of the real McCoy in my cart. I nursed my Bitter Lemon supply for a week, then regretted not buying more.
This is only a small portion of inherited obsessions from reading these boards or other influences. What have you obsessed for because you read it here or learned from another source?
Regards,