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19 July 2021

No Reach-Out

“How I work” can easily become an essay to help me deal with how I work!

Yesterday afternoon, I was working in the kitchen, preparing a tomato & red onion salad as a side with the Sunday dinner meal.  Into a large bowl I’d placed the carefully chopped, lovely heirloom tomatoes, some red onion, some fresh parsley.  I delicately ripped the leaves of basil (cutting basil ruins the leaf and the flavor) and tossed the pretty green leaf-pieces into the veggie mix.

And then I set about to season the salad, before the addition of olive oil and apple cider vinegar.  I took hold of a salt shaker and raised it over the meticulously sectioned contents in the bowl.

The top of the shaker fell off, into the bowl, with the salt quickly following after it. The heirloom tomatoes were buried in an avalanche of salt.

“Who,” I asked Dear Husband, “Sabotaged this salt shaker?”

My spouse looked on with some discomfort at the briny mess. “The caps on those shakers start to degrade after a while.”

I tossed the glass salt shaker out, along with the matching pepper shaker. I was somewhat pleased that at least my beloved Tuscan olive oil had not been wasted.

“You don’t have to toss out the pepper as well!” The practical and thrifty male Scots voice exclaimed.

I consented to save the black pepper, but felt peeved at myself for having purchased this cheap set of S&P shakers online, in 2012, almost a decade ago — from a selling platform whose name shall not be mentioned.

“Now we don’t have a vegetable to eat with our home fries, bacon and eggs.” I looked in the frig and decided carrots were not a suitable side. “We’ll have ketchup. As I recall, it qualifies as a veggie.”

Sunday dinner was tasty, and the mishap forgotten, but I did want to double-check where those heirloom tomatoes had been purchased by Dear Hubby. In a very soft voice, he said: “The Nugget.”

The Nugget Market is a divine, family-owned supermarket in West Roseville. It has the best produce in the tri-county area (Placer/Sacramento/Yolo). Their location is, however, quite a drive from our domicile. It is such a hike that we only shop there if there are other marketing stops along the way to, or from, it. And there had been one the previous day: Dear Husband picked up at the Naturwood warehouse the Stickley Stool that was purchased in February 2021.

This morning I decided to look online for a new set of S&P shakers, made in the USA. Anchor Hocking makes them, but only for purchasers at a restaurant supply site. I did not need a case of 36, although I was sorely tempted by the reduced unit price. That cheapo selling platform offered all kinds of Made in The USA products that I know are not made in the USA.

I decided to go to Lehman’s and, if that site failed the domestic test, I’d go to Vermont Country Store. I’m a long-time customer, over 20 years, at each online business.

Lehman’s did indeed have the goods I wanted, made in the USA. Reasonably priced. I put the jadeite jars in the cart, and then perused other merchandise from this e-tailer. The Farmhouse Laundry Soap caught my eye. I checked the reviews; most were good, even glowing. One reviewer, however, was miffed, disgusted, and felt betrayed. This review was fairly recent, from this past April.

This person, without-a-name or even initials, was irate because this detergent does not work in front-load washers.

“2 Tbsp of detergent put my machine into crash mode with code stating that wrong type of detergent used.”

The error message must have been WTF.

FURTHERMORE, the reviewer whined: “No reach out.”

I am still laughing at this preposterous expectation that a completely empty marketing gimmick is a vow, a sacred promise to be there.

The Four Tops, featuring the glorious baritone of the late great Mr. Levi Stubbs, is one of my favorite singing groups. This song is what rings in my head whenever I see that overplayed phrase used by companies and corporations who are actually touch-phobic and utterly out-of-touch with people and reality!

The Lehman’s family is composed of non-electric Mennonites, living in Amish country in Ohio!

How the heck are they going to reach out and touch this miserable nameless being?

Lehman’s did post a thanks for the feedback, but they’re not budging on the use of this marvelous detergent for HE machines.

It could be that non-electric people have a different definition of HE. Maybe the meaning of High Efficiency needs to be updated!