With the larder dangerously low, comments like these are not out of place in my house: "I would never have thought of putting those two foods together". So, OK, already, I get the hint. Time to go shopping.
I like food shopping as a creative outlet. My wife just wants biscotti. My sister-in-law has crowned me King of Useless Foods. Or something like that. I just like to try new things to tantalize my palette. Hey, just because a food stinks, it's not automatically bad.
Just getting staples for a family in the plus six range can add up fast. So with cart brimming over with foodstuffs and falling out on the floor I pull up into what must be my private line. On the extreme left is the "Express" lane (15-items or less), in the middle we have the Regulars, and to the right of that is the Olympic line. The checkout clerk was a little goggle-eyed at the sheer volume of stuff I managed to jam into a single wobbly-wheeled wire-frame chariot.
Clerk: "Christmas shopping?"
Me: (confused) "No, regular."
I got a little appreciative look for that one.
Clerk: "We need more customers like you!"
Me: "Just doing my bit for the economy."
I could have used two carts I suppose, but that's when you know you need to stop shopping -- no more room in the cart. When the kids hit their teens, that will no longer be optional.
Not to be outdone, my sibs reminded me that Mom had a train of four carts on a regular basis.
Says she, "I spent $500 a trip back when that was a lot of money".News flash: it still ain't chump change.