The last day of the show always fills me with anticipation and strong desire. This past Tuesday, I had a list of items I wanted to scavenge. Competition was tight with my co-workers at the booth. I noticed the two first days of the show, they'd mutter and eye the cold case of items, and debate which ones they hoped to take. For starters, I am a lot more sneaky at getting what I want. But, I also had a competitive edge. I brought a gigantic suitcase (Rule Number Four: make sure your bags have tons of pockets!), back pack (see Rule Number Four), and one other bag. While my co-workers said stuff like "You're so funny!" as they noticed me dropping bottles and packages into my suitcase, I wanted to tell them I'm more like deadly serious. But that might've been too dramatic and scary so I smiled and kept moving.
I planned on stuffing my suitcase with as much food as possible, and had been smiling and flirting at other booths so as to raid their loot. I didn't come home with a whole prosciutto or Serrano ham leg, which I really was hoping for. I asked and asked at various Italian and Euro themed booths, but most whole legs were being given back to the distributor locally, or shipped home. Sad! And no, I didn't want to buy one, that is so(!) beside the point of Ms.-Don't-Mind-If-I-Do living. I put so much pressure on myself to get the prosciutto leg or other giant piece of cheese, I was ready to barf mid-afternoon. My breathing was faster than normal, and walking the show floor only made it speed up even more.
The dreamy thoughts I had at this point kept jumping all over the place: chocolate! Cheese! Honey! Olive Oil! Cookies! Tea! Coffee (dare I ask for whole beans for free? Nahhhh.) The overall take of most of the items just listed, with a healthy dose of cured meats, pasta, Javan spices, blood sausage, pate, and chicken, pleased Oscar and filled our cupboards and fridge. Now that the show is over, I can move on to another mental game: how many meals can I eat off one show? The other fun side game is finding out exactly how much the items cost. Last night at Bristol Farms (just looking, you picketers!), half of one of our cheese wheels was priced at a whopping $64. Yeesh.