I\'m Summer, a mouthy, sarcastic bitch. I\'m passionate about natural birth, long term breastfeeding, and living naturally. I curse too much, love tattoos, and will some day be crushed to death by my book collection. I homeschool, dream of gardening, and swing to the left. 
Tales From The Grocery Isles
I hate grocery shopping with Dearest, unfortunately the same reason that I hate it is why he refuses to let me go shopping without him. He’s just too damn picky!
The man acts as if food that actually comes form the dirt is going to kill him, or at least cripple him for life. When I send him to the store without me he typically returns with $50 worth of meat and a ton of boxed foods. Sure a few things are OK now and then, but he buys nothing but boxes and can of stuff. Our diet is almost all preservatives and artificial flavors. I’m not cool with that.
So Tuesday night when his sister offered to watch the boys for his birthday we went grocery shopping. Yes, we know we’re getting old when going to the store without the kids is a big event. Yet, even without the kids I was still ready to scream. Every time I touched an actual raw fruit or vegetable he sighed, rolled his eyes, and acted like I was one of the kids trying to sneak toys into the cart.
When I say “Get some veggies” he put three cans of corn in the cart and declared that was enough veggies for everyone for the next two weeks. What would we be eating? Think college kid on a budget cuisine. Sadly, that’s typical of his grocery shopping. So this week I put my foot down. Seriously down all the way. I would not be swayed by the sighing and rolling eyes, I would ignore the annoyed looks as I reached for real food, and I would not debate the merits of “but I ate that as a kid and I’m just fine”. I made a list and we were sticking to it, end of story.
No, he’s not happy. Tough. He should be grateful I’m not blowing his Pepsi money on Winter Park real estate and escaping for a while.
(Image from Davide Guglielmo)
[tags]groceries, shopping, food[/tags]
Mine goes with me now. As if the higher prices in groceries can somehow be prevented if he just supervises the spending now. I can’t send him alone because if I don’t supervise his choices he’ll bring home Hamburger Helper and cans of corn (why do they still think corn is a veggie and not a sugar carb?). I can’t eat like that.
My husband picks out potato chips like it is a fine wine. Frozen Pizza is another story. Put the crap food in the cart and lets go!