There are always a handful of unidentifiable spices and goodies in the baskets along the produce aisle of our grocery store. I love that they are open; easily fingered by small children wanting to feel the texture on their germ-filled little hands. It is almost cruel and punishing to have an open basket of rainbow sprinkles; front row, taunting all who pass. My regular purchase from the baskets is textured vegetable protein. Oftentimes, I have to pick out scraps of whatever is residing in the surrounding baskets. Thankfully, this basket is usually up high enough to avoid wandering little fingers.
