PT and Tahini

This morning, waiting for the physical therapist:

While my mother went in to work with the therapist, I went grocery shopping at Walmart. Dinner tonight is steak fajitas with pico de gallo and guacamole; I had to pick up some onions and peppers and tortillas, a couple more avocados and a jalapeno.

As long as I was out, I tried to shop for dinner supplies for tomorrow. I wanted to make felafel to serve with hummus and pita. I found hummus and, after looking for felafel mix (I'm lazy, yes) I resigned myself to making my own from scratch. But wouldn't you know it: There is no pita to be found in this town. (My mother says she's seen it at Walmart, but I'm not convinced. I also tried the local grocery store, Peppers, with no luck.) And as for tahini? Pfft.

Did you ever used to watch Northern Exposure? Do you remember Ruth-Anne's little store, where people could walk in and magically find anything they wanted? Bug spray and snow shoes and arugula and maraschino cherries. Everything. I bet Ruth-Anne would've had tahini.