Sunday, August 17, 2008

I like grocery shopping like some people like a cold beer. After a bad day, nothing is quite as soothing as a trip to my favorite food sanctuary. It calms me to remember that no matter how long I was at work, how badly a meeting went, or what kind of disarray the house might be in, we will still need to eat, and food will still taste good. I love picking our apples for the week (should I stick with tried and true favorite Braeburn, or will the Fuji's be better this week?) and finding jewel-like tomatoes still on the vine.
On my most luxurious visits, I wander into the long aisle of gourmet cheeses and read the descriptions below each one. Every once in a while I buy one to try - what an extravagant thing to be able to eat something I have never before tasted!
Maybe its an expensive form of therapy, but considering it doubles as our grocery bill, I'm going to consider it an approved expenditure.

4 comments:

Andy said...

As long as the purchase of lettuce and hot dogs isn't involved, I'm 100% in favor of your therapy sessions.

Casi said...

Your addiction is a little stronger than I thought... reading gourmet cheese labels?! ;)
But, if you going to be addicted to something- I think grocery shopping isn't too bad of a choice.

Ang said...

hm...maybe your post will lead me to reconsider my growing feeling of utter hatred for the grocery store. Some positive feelings of gratitude and inner peace....maybe that's all I need to stop loathing the place :)

Really. It just might work.

Anonymous said...

i believe that's how dad feels about grocery shopping as well..