While The Prisoner was the perfect addition to the meal, I had originally thought about a nice hearty beer.  My hopes dashed when I remembered that on Sundays in Texas alcohol isn’t sold until the afternoon.  Disheartening as I found myself in Wholefoods early that morning. PD and I have begun many a night after work with a beer, at this very spot , as we steel ourselves for the task of grocery shopping.  Hence the  moniker “grocery beer”.  It is a part of a ritual on Monday evenings that speaks of needing to fill the larder and have a laugh while doing so.  Grocery Beer… the only way to shop!