Quotes About Supermarket

It's quite amazing to me, as I walk around a supermarket or a health food shop, to observe the number of Fairtrade choices: not just staples such as coffee, tea, fresh fruits and rice, but cocoa and chocolate, herbs and spices, honey, ice cream, and jams.

She bought cleaning supplies and groceries at the Piggly Wiggly supermarket, itself a revelation to her: so many kinds of food, so many different brands!

prepackaged slices or the Supermarket swiss (which has the texture but no where near the flavor, of rubber gloves)

4 de noviembre Esta noche, por primera vez, he soñado con ella; estaba acostada pero nada enferma, con su camisón rosa comprado en un supermercado...

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unconscionable–eating the food in a supermarket was simply theft, and could be distinguished from shoplifting only by virtue of the nature of the container used to remove the property.

And so he thinks he's entitled–or almost entitled–to call himself the Duke of Johannesburg," James continued. "Secretly, though, he's worried that the Lord Lyon and his people will catch him. He saw the Lord Lyon the other day in the supermarket in Morningside and he almost fainted. I was with him at the time. It was in the frozen products section and he had to stick his head into one of those big refrigerated displays so as not to be recognised.

Forget about being world famous, it's hard enough just getting the automatic doors at the supermarket to acknowledge our existence.

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organic apples at the supermarket may contain streptomycin and oxytetracycline, antibiotics that disqualify meat products from being labeled organic but are still used on apples and pears due to the regulatory quagmire. And

Anyone who believes the competitive spirit in America is dead has never been in a supermarket when the cashier opens another check-out line.

After the boy at the supermarket had called her those names, Evelyn Couch had felt violated. Raped by words. Stripped of Everything.

I love Whole Foods. I love the Austin-based boutique supermarket chain so much I find ways to go there almost every day.

I hate Whole Foods.

I once wrote a suicide story: A woman watches a truck bearing down toward the place on the sidewalk where she stands waiting to cross. She thinks, 'If that truck were to run me over I wouldn't have to think what to get for supper.' The truck passes. The woman crosses to the supermarket and takes out her shopping list. It was called 'Truck.

I tried not to think of my one excursion to Whole Foods, over a year ago, where I found myself paralyzed by all the special food for special people, whose special murmurings seemed to be saying, Out of my way! I want a Tofurkey!

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit- man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!

The first supermarket supposedly appeared on the American landscape in 1946. That is not very long ago. Until then, where was all the food? Dear folks, the food was in homes, gardens, local fields, and forests. It was near kitchens, near tables, near bedsides. It was in the pantry, the cellar, the backyard.

That many if not most people...who want fresh leafy greens in January buy them at the supermarket after they've been bleached and plastic-bag shipped from California or beyond is not a tribute to modern technology; it's an unprecedented abdication of personal responsibility and a ubiquitous benchmark of abnormality.

Alex took a sip. It wasn't Coke. It wasn't even Pepsi. He recognized the over-sweet, slightly cloying taste of supermarket cola and wished he'd asked for water.

One great benefit of not being on TV every week is that people will be a lot less interested in what I have in my supermarket basket. I could even un-tint my car windows - or at least opt for a lighter shade.

Today we're more distanced from each other, the bonds formed at the local shop replaced by the massive supermarket or the stressed driver thrusting a package through a letterbox. Instead of meeting in pubs, more of us sit at home with supermarket wine and Netflix.

I just think of me in a supermarket planning what I'm going to cook for the evening, and buying maybe a bottle of wine, getting excited about putting on my new CD. That to me is, it's a lovely, nostalgic feeling. Everybody needs to eat and live and shop, after all.

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