Answer: Food Lion. Here in the hyper yuppiedom of Northern Virginia (not to be confused with the real Virginia south of I-64, but you couldn’t possibly mistake the two, and unfortunately I’m currently serving time in the northern part), we don’t have many. One existed about 5 miles from our place. Generally, SWMBO shops for groceries, and trades with the substantially overseas-owned Giant Foods. And so the trips to the Food Lion were limited to scoring any incarnation of Johnsonville sausage possible, Junior Johnson Country Ham, and the rather mundane, but irreplaceable, Van Camps Pork & Beans (Really, Food Lion was the only place that carried them here). So the trick was to go to the Food Lion, and lay in a supply of such things.

And so, being low on one type of the aforementioned eats, it was my duty to go to the nearby Food Lion today. I grabbed a cart and set off in search of brats, chips, beans, and beer. Only when I got inside did I realize the Food Lion was no more, and that the “Grand International Market” or whatever its name is now, is an international market. I couldn’t read a single label on any item in the place.

So now I know if a place has “International” in its name, you can’t find any U S of A food in there.

-k-

PS: When I wanna cook some better Chinese or Mexican items, I can get some good ingredients at the former Food Lion place. Proper tool for the job, etc.

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