Is it me, or is something amiss here at the grocery store?
Two stuffed mushrooms, neither larger than a fifty cent piece, in a ridiculously large package that will no doubt spend the next fifty-plus years in a landfill. Shouldn’t there be a ribeye or a slab of prime rib accompanying these pitiful little fungi? And to add insult to injury, they were behind the butcher’s glass; someone would actually have to take the time to flag someone down to retrieve them for you.
Two scrawny little mushrooms. Really?
