Depends, or How I Spent My Saturday Night

[After writing a fun entry on grocery store experiences, TypePad @#$%@ed out.  Here's goes Take 2!]

I do not know how to grocery shop.  Some people shop for economy, some for health, some for culinary expression and then there is me.  I shop for things that I think will make me happy.  When Pkin and I got married, neither of us had really managed a home of our own, by ourselves (me even less so.)  I have never learned the skill of meal planning.  It's so interesting to me that people plan two or more weeks of dinners at home and then actually make them and eat them, leftovers and all.  I shop for A meal.

The worst happened last week, after shopping for my small part of Easter dinner (candy and homemade cheesecake) I came home to color eggs and make dessert.  Mom was visiting too.  We started the cake, and were thinking about the eggs and decided it was lunch time.

How yummy tuna melts would be, was my thought.  I went to the cupboard and looked, no tuna.  After moving around 6-year-old soup cans, exploring the cabinets under the countertop, and even searching in the "rice" cupboard, I realized that I did not have tuna.  (The stuff that can live in your cabinets for years, not the fancy, trendy steak kind.)  I always have tuna.  Tuna is a staple of the raised-Catholic.  You just have to have tuna, especially during Lent.

After another week, I finally went to the store.  Pkin and I stopped after dinner out.  We bought three containers of milk (Pkin loves his milk,) one gallon of ice cream (it was on sale,) two cups of yogurt (I get bored quickly,) apples (my concession to good health,) and tuna.  The massive Von's computer decided that our purchased indicated a need for Depends during our next shopping trip. 

I think the major Safeway corporation thinks we're lactose intolerant or perhaps that we are 75 years old.

Comments

[Laurie]

Order your groceries online. I'm tellin' ya, it is so much easier to plan. I know they are trying to brainwash me when I get in the store because I instantly get confused and lose all good sense that I had in the car right before I walked in.

I figure that the cost of the delivery usually goes to that impulse magazine at checkout.