I know who moved my cheese
This weekend, on our grocery hunt, I blithely strolled into the cheez dept to score my fix.
I peered behind Piave, looked under Limburger, searched by the Stilton. Nothing.
So I asked the cheeseguy, who gave me a sympathetic look and said, "Yeah ... I'm not sure whether we'll be carrying it any more."
Apparently, the cost went up; instead of being sold to the store by the pound, it was now being sold per piece, and the price difference was going to be too great to be worth it.
And then I learned something interesting about WholeFoods's business model: according to cheeseguy, each store orders its stuff separately.
So rather than all Boston-area stores getting together and putting in a bulk order for Seaside Cheddar, it seems, the orders trickle in from individual branches. So much for buying power.
This does mean, of course, there's still reason for optimism: just because one branch of WholeFoods is no longer able to feed my addiction, it doesn't mean I can't score elsewhere.
Anyway, I suspect Seaside Cheddar is a gateway cheese. If I can't find more, I'll be forced to move on to the hard stuff (like a salty-sweet, butterscotchy aged Gouda).
Aaaahm ... waitin' for my (cheese) maaaaan ...