Sometimes.

So, I’m wondering…well, maybe not wondering so much as marveling. ‘Wondering’ implies a question, and I don’t even know how to phrase this question.

I’ll just tell you what happened, and you see if you can figure out what the question is.

It’s all about dip.

Some people love dip. A bag of chips, a bowl of dip is their idea of food fairyland.

I’m not so dippy for dip.  For a long time, I didn’t eat any.  Then, I discovered that I like bacon and horseradish dip.  But it was hard to come by when I lived in New York.  Very, very rarely, you could find it at the grocery store.

It became sort of a holiday tradition because I would have it when I went to my parents’ house in Delaware.   Their grocery store stocked it around the holidays.  If you were in Delaware for Fathers’ Day, you weren’t getting any bacon-horseradish dip.

Then I moved to Florida.  The grocery stores here have it all the time.  This was an unfortunate development until a little self-discipline kicked in.  However, I haven’t had any in quite some time.  But, here we are, in the middle of the holiday season.  Time to buy a little dip to have some during the days of celebration.

And guess what?

I’ve been to two grocery stores.  No dip.

Now, of course, that is not quite true.  Both of them had French Onion Dip and that cheese stuff.  One of them had a brand new (to me, anyway) concoction called Black Bean and Onion dip.  I seem to recall jalapeños figuring in several selections.  All of these, I am sure, some folks find delicious.

All grocery stores, everywhere, seem to have salsa at all times.  That’s good.  I like salsa.

But right now, for the holidays, I just wanted bacon and horseradish dip.

For some reason, I am fated to have difficulty with that.  And I had thought one of the smaller entries on the plus side, of the ledger I use when figuring whether the move was good or not, was the easy availability of the dip I like.

Apparently, it is not to be.

I guess I’m just wondering why that is.