I didn’t always love grocery shopping. There is a big difference between shopping for yourself and accompanying other people while they shop.
I hated grocery shopping at McQuades with my mother. I spent countless hours standing in the magazine section admiring pictures of Leonardo DiCaprio in Tiger Beat magazine, while my mother pushed her grocery cart down aisle after aisle after aisle. I preferred the magazines to lagging behind my mother while the cart squeaked down an aisle of canned goods—especially when I had no interest whatsoever in cooking, or eating the majority of the things we brought home.
Present: Treasure Island
But now that I have a kitchen of my own, and someone to cook for, grocery shopping has become a
I always spend about fifteen minutes longer in the grocery store than I really need to, wandering the aisles and pondering my options. Although I would never buy $12 cereals or $25 gourmet cheeses, I still like to look at them. It is probably my biggest indulgence that I never leave without buying something totally superfluous based solely on an immediate craving. Dates. Marmalade. Tropical dried fruit mix. Hazelnuts. When I look at my bank statement at the end of each month,
Future: Stanley's and Beyond
When F and I recently opened a joint bank account, we looked into how best to streamline our grocery shopping. Treasure Island is by no means the most expensive grocery store in
I did a little research on grocery stores, and found that
The first time F and I visited
The next step in our grocery revolution is to visit some of the other local
And so I say farewell to
…right after I stop by on my way home tonight for a turkey breast and some free samples…