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The Shopping Trip

Posted on: March 25, 2009

I’m not complaining,

Really, I’m not.  

Not exactly.

My husband will often do the grocery shopping.  Not more often than I, but he’ll certainly be willing to tackle our supercenter on a Sunday afternoon (yikes!) or head to our corner gourmet marketplace.  Of course, I make out the list for him, and he still calls multiple times while he’s out, which sometimes makes me wonder why I just don’t go myself and get some time alone anyway! 

But this past Sunday he went to BOTH stores, because he thought the deli meat would be better coming from the local privately-owned gourmet International marketplace.   No problem.    The first time he called he said there were great specials at the superstore, and did I need Pop-Tarts?  No.  Pop-Tarts are a sort of once-in-a-while treat I buy, usually when I’m at the store hungry.   But certainly not a staple or necessity, and definitely not needed in 4 or 5 boxes, which is what he had to buy to receive the “great” deal.    And . . . Pop-Tarts were not on the list, were they?

After a few additional phone calls, he returned, laden with the big plastic bags (I know, I know — the horrors!  We haven’t exactly moved to a “green” household just yet!  yikes!), and I began to unload the groceries.

My husband, who is NOT a dessert lover, came home with FOUR — count them — FOUR different treats/desserts.  Entenmann’s chocolate chip cookies, Little Debbie oatmeal cream pies, mini canolis from the marketplace, and a massive chocolate frosted fudge brownie from the marketplace.    When I looked quizzically at him, he said they were “treats for his girls,” meaning the little girls. 

Um, our girls are 3 and 1.  They don’t eat this kind of junk!  He was also quick to point out that the treats were for the kids, because I always tell him NOT to bring home some sort of goodie or dessert from a restaurant or bakery.  It’s something his dad does for his mom, which is very sweet and thoughtful, yes.  But it’s not for me.  I’ll get my own, and to be honest — I’ll just eat it and feel sick.   So buying me calorie-laden sweet goodies doesn’t really work for me.   (Ice cream, though?  That’s a different story!)  

(although I have to admit that I was secretly pleased about the Entenmann’s cookies, and yours truly has eaten most of the box, with a few little ones given to Miss M).

OK, so too many desserts.  No problem, right?

Oh, but there’s more.

Mister Man, who would be out of town for most of the week, purchases a pound of salami, a pound of turkey, and a little bit of bologna.  Now, Miss M will eat some of the salami and turkey, but that’s about it.  In fact, she would probably eat the bologna, too, but it disgusts me so I don’t want to give it to her!   And then he doesn’t take his lunch Monday, and after I MAKE his lunch for Tuesday, he forgets it in the fridge.   So now I have enough lunchmeat to feed the whole block, and hardly anyone to eat it!

And then, the piece de resistance . . .

Incredulously, I unload a large jar of creamed herring, and a large jar of pickled beets.  *gulp*   What?   I just shake my head, and tell him I’d LOVE to see him actually finish the whole thing.  He has good intentions (as this isn’t the first time creamed herring has been in the fridge), and eats a little immediately, and then lets it languish in the refrigerator, while I have to look at it every day (and, I swear, smell it, although I know I really can’t.  It’s just the idea that it’s in there that bothers me!)

Hmmm . . . a tiny 8 oz. jar of cherry juice concentrate.  For $5.99?!?!   Oops — he said.  He hadn’t known the price.  I asked what we were to do with this?  I don’t remember his reply, but it didn’t exactly go with the label, that indicated to add it over ice cream or to pancake batter.   This better be some good stuff.

Of course, I know the REAL reason he wants to go out to the store.  It gives him a good excuse to stop by the wine shop nearby, and come home with more wine!  He says that, since I’m pregnant and can’t share in the libations, he’s drinking for two.   Thoughtful.

Again, I’m not really complaining here, because there are men who do nothing to help around the house and wouldn’t be caught dead in a grocery store trying to find the Yo Baby organic yogurt!    But I’m just perplexed as to the how and why of his grocery contents.

Oh, and those Pop-Tarts?   Yep . . . he came home with TWO boxes!

6 Responses to "The Shopping Trip"

My boys would love it if Daddy came home with all those goodies! Especially the pop-tarts. My husband doesn’t mind going to the store, but I only usually send him for specific things and not the major weekly grocery shopping. Otherwise, who knows what would come home! Although, probably not sweets, but stuff like those pickled beets! DH loves pickled beets….oh and pickled beets added to a huge vat of pickled hard boiled eggs so that they turn purple. Ick.

Hi! Another book lover here! Party hopping and participating too so stop in for a visit.

This blog’s great!! Thanks :).

Creamed herring? I think I just threw up a little in my mouth. Blech.

You’re right, it is sweet for him to go to the store for you — but that’s exactly why I never take T up on his offer to go. I end up with a very bizzarely stocked refrigerator. But, you did score on the cookies — I LOVE those!

Visiting from the UBP & enjoyed reading your blog!

My buffet table is set ~ stop by & stay awhile!

Mama Mentor

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Oh my! My house is full of treats! Treats are the main part of our grocery bill! 🙂

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