Yeah, me too....sort of. I still get the thrill of the deal, but I won't give up my cans of Ortiz tuna from Spain for...aack...Bumble Bee. Although I will also admit to an appreciation of my twice yearly Big Mac, a fondness for Popeye's Fried Chicken, and even though I haven't bought it for years, if you put down a bowl of Cap'n Crunch in front of me, you might be shocked at my gleeful, grateful expression. These musings came about because of this article I just read at slate.com written by Daniel Gross. It speaks of the "suffering" of mostly well-heeled food snobs who find themselves having to fork over ever more of their exorbitant incomes for their imported Buffala Mozzarella and wild ramps. Very entertaining reading that for better or worse, most of can only relate all too well. Check it out!
illustration from slate.com