Hi-ho, Hi-ho, Off to Kroger I Go
It’s that time of the week again.
Time to make the grocery list, sort through the coupons, and trek to the store.
Ugh.
I’m not quite sure why I dread this weekly chore. I like food. I like shopping. Why don’t I like food shopping?
It might have something to do with the total of my bill. More specifically, paying four dollars for a box of Corn Flakes. But since I don’t farm, have no desire to do so, and support farmers of all sorts, I can’t begrudge those four dollars.
(Okay, a little, but not too much.)
I think it has more to do with decisions. Because although I’m a planner, and dutifully make a shopping list every week, with every meal planned out, I’m a poor follow-througher.
Faced with aisles and aisles of choice, I waffle. Do I get the Keebler cookies? Or the Nabisco? Butternut bread? Wonder? Oscar Meyer, Hebrew National? Pepsi? Coke? Orville Redenbacher…is there any other choice? Really?
And I honestly do plan out what my family will eat every night for the week. Now ask me how often we eat what I plan.
That would be not often.
Like I said, I’m a poor follow-througher. What sounds good while I’m making the list might not sound so good the day I’m supposed to make the meal. Or there’s nights when schedules are crazy and we simply “fend.” Which pretty much means every man, woman, kid for themselves.
Oh, and there’s the occasional mystery meal. When I’ll pull out the dusty cookbook, root through it, and essentially use my poor family as guinea pigs, Every “What’s for supper?” is answered with “Mystery meal.” There’s always much trepidation as we gather around the kitchen table on these nights.
And that’s why I tolerate grocery shopping.
No, not the trepidation (though I find that kind of amusing). The gathering. The whole family seated, and eating together, sharing bits of their daily lives over the food I shopped for.
So, the moral of this blog? (You know I have to do it, even as cliché as its become!)
Grocery shopping bill: outrageous.
Dinner time with my family: priceless.
If I keep that in mind, then grocery shopping doesn’t seem so bad.
~heather
