Grocery Store Perils
I am a notoriously bad grocery shopper. I break all the cardinal rules: I go when I’m hungry, I always forget to make a list, I never clip coupons… I buy food, but rarely items that could be easily combined into a recognizeable meal, per se. My father, who could probably go semi-pro in grocery shopping with his careful planning and alphabetized coupon folder, would be horrified to see me meandering the aisles, neglecting the “shop along the perimeter” advice for health-concious shopping. Look, I’d simply rather eat Triscuits and Oreos than ground beef or day-old kaisers. Still, I had to laugh when I pushed my cart up to the only open check-out lane this afternoon and recognized one of my former 101 students as the cashier. She rang up my ice cream sandwiches, Bob Evans mashed potatoes (so tasty), Jell-o pudding snacks, frozen curly fries, soy nuggets, english muffins, cream cheese, and not one but two frozen pizzas with an amused look before suggesting I check out an organic market nearby.
