Thank you Whole Foods, Portland (Maine, that is)! I was on my way home but decided to take a quick detour to Whole Foods. There was something wildly magnetic pulling me there. Perhaps, my credit card?
I was getting some sliced turkey and the woman helping me asked me if I had a sister in Seattle. "Nope, I said, but I betcha she is Lebanese." There is a strong ethnic resemblance among many of us - relative or not. Her co-worker then began assisting me and I said, "So, do I look like someone you know too?" "Nope," he said, "but you do look familiar. Do you work here?" I explained that I am around a lot because I am "THE SPELT LADY". "Ohhhh, the Spelt Lady?" Well, he said, "I've got something to show you. Check out these great sandwiches that we make with your Spelt Right pizza dough. We take balls of the dough and grill them and make these great sandwiches." The spelt sandwich of the day was tuna salad, baby spinach and tomato.