The Truck - the source of the frozen wild caught salmon fillets I seek to smoke for next weekend - comes to this high end grocery on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Since on Monday evening they had thawed all of the fish on that day's truck I will go over bright and early Wednesday to get the sockeye to smoke. I could have started now with their thawed fish, but I'd rather it not spend the day in the case before all of the rest of the steps. Christmas eve in a fancy grocery store - I'll park at the far edge of the lot and be prepared to wade through crowds. I realize I'm a very niche shopper as a Pacific Northwesterner who is really fussy about her wild caught fish. I left the store with a bag of peanut butter crisp chocolates to tuck into a box for my son and a jar of pickled herring. (If for some reason there is none on Wednesday I could get it Friday and do a rush job on the smoking, but still have it ready.)