Pomegranate

[mamadeb]

During the past few months, I've been watching a new building go up on my route to work - a large, boxy structure with modern design elements called "Pomegranate." My first thought was "catering hall."

Then the rumors came out - the most prevelant being "kosher Whole Foods." There is a Whole Foods in Brooklyn, but it's not really accessible to carless us, so we haven't been there. Thus, I was excited.

It opened last week. And what it is is a supermarket. A very large, new supermarket with wide aisles, artisically arranged produce (both organic and metallicinorganicregular), a nice selection of take-out meals and, well. It's a nice, large supermarket where everything is kosher or useful for the kosher consumer (one aisle is half-filled with disposables, which are useful in a kosher kitchen.) I don't know if they deliver - if they don't, it'll never be more than a place to go when I can't find something anywhere else. The nice large parking lot doesn't do much for us.

The prices are comparable, which is good. Also. It *does* have things I can't find anywhere else, like a nice selection of fresh herbs. And nice cuts of meat. And wild salmon.

And cheeses. All sorts of cheeses I've never had,and cheese I want to have. Like bleu cheese.

Um. Story there.

First went to Pomegranate on Wednesday after work. Bought a few things - yukon gold potatoes, fresh rosemary, shoulder steaks, brussels sprouts, and also picked up a small wedge of blue cheese thinking to use it for lunch on Shabbos. Because a green salad with blue cheese, pecans and pears in a vinaigrette? Delicious.

Got home. Didn't see the cheese in any of the bags and didn't see it on the reciept. Okay. I left it in the hand basket. Happens. Also, as it turns out, we're going to a Bat Mitzvah lunch on Shabbos anyway, so didn't need the cheese.

And then, Thursday night, while I finished the latest pair of socks, I noticed something in my knitting bag. Yep. The cheese. I'd STOLEN the cheese. Arrgh. (I think it fell into my knitting bag in the supermarket and I just didn't notice it until Thursday night.)

So I went back there today. jonbaker thought they'd call the police or something, but I couldn't imagine why. And, indeed, they just told me to pay for it when I checked out. And thought I was nuts, but really? What else would anyone do?

(And I got rice and a lime and some specialty spices and...) :)