Thanksgiving and Grocery Shopping Woes
Can you believe it is Thanksgiving already? Or will be come Thursday. Thank goodness I'm not in charge of cooking The Feast. If I was, well, I'd be at the grocery store in a frenzy tomorrow. Oh, wait. I will be. Our refrigerator echos when you look upon its empty shelves.
I've been told I should plan a little more. You know, make a list of the groceries for the month and go at it one day out of each thirty. I'd make better eating choices, make better use of my time, blah, blah, blah. Have any of those people had children that need diapers? Or a husband who could drink a gallon of milk a day if I let him? Or for that matter, how does one keep milk and other perishables (like fruit and fresh vegetables) in good shape for that long?
I'm a once a week grocery shopper. Sometimes we can make it to a week and a half--but rarely. We just eat too much stuff. Or I just don't plan. Either way, I just have too much going on to worry that I didn't buy every damn thing needed in the house at that instant. And as far as planning lunches and dinners? Well, when I crave chicken, you better get out of my way, I'm making what I want. Not what I had planned!
Though seriously, I know a little planning might help. Especially with this baby around. It helps to just have some sort of a plan for when to start the oven preheating and what we might eat for the next three days. Because right now (tonight for instance) dinner was solved via text message with the husband.
me: Dinner: brats or hamburgers?
him: hamburgers sound better. Sides?
me: chips? :-)
him: got pasta or baked beans with that?
me: both. we'll be ready when you get here.
And that was that. But, really--brats or hamburgers? I feel like an idiot even admitting that those were the only choices. I don't have anything else available!
So, today, likely one of the busiest grocery store days of the year (well maybe it's tomorrow?!!? Well, I'm close enough.)--I'll be hitting the aisles. I have to stock up. I have a Seven-Layer Salad to contribute to the big meal, and my parents appetites to deal with for 3 days (yep, we have a visit in store). I can't delay the inevitable any longer. Or else I'll have to send my son outside to pick berries off our front yard bushes for breakfast. Poison aside, I don't think the rock-hard shriveled up beads of cardboard would do him any good. nutritionally.
I've been told I should plan a little more. You know, make a list of the groceries for the month and go at it one day out of each thirty. I'd make better eating choices, make better use of my time, blah, blah, blah. Have any of those people had children that need diapers? Or a husband who could drink a gallon of milk a day if I let him? Or for that matter, how does one keep milk and other perishables (like fruit and fresh vegetables) in good shape for that long?
I'm a once a week grocery shopper. Sometimes we can make it to a week and a half--but rarely. We just eat too much stuff. Or I just don't plan. Either way, I just have too much going on to worry that I didn't buy every damn thing needed in the house at that instant. And as far as planning lunches and dinners? Well, when I crave chicken, you better get out of my way, I'm making what I want. Not what I had planned!
Though seriously, I know a little planning might help. Especially with this baby around. It helps to just have some sort of a plan for when to start the oven preheating and what we might eat for the next three days. Because right now (tonight for instance) dinner was solved via text message with the husband.
me: Dinner: brats or hamburgers?
him: hamburgers sound better. Sides?
me: chips? :-)
him: got pasta or baked beans with that?
me: both. we'll be ready when you get here.
And that was that. But, really--brats or hamburgers? I feel like an idiot even admitting that those were the only choices. I don't have anything else available!
So, today, likely one of the busiest grocery store days of the year (well maybe it's tomorrow?!!? Well, I'm close enough.)--I'll be hitting the aisles. I have to stock up. I have a Seven-Layer Salad to contribute to the big meal, and my parents appetites to deal with for 3 days (yep, we have a visit in store). I can't delay the inevitable any longer. Or else I'll have to send my son outside to pick berries off our front yard bushes for breakfast. Poison aside, I don't think the rock-hard shriveled up beads of cardboard would do him any good. nutritionally.
