Going shopping is always a major
ordeal – no matter what kind of shopping it is.
Jenna tolerates shopping at best.
I loathe it. Clothes shopping,
home improvement, groceries . . I hate
them all. Roland, on the other hand,
loves to shop. When he as at a store, he
believes the clock stops and takes his sweet time reading every ingredient
. I wish he was as conscience about
reading the price and comparing it to our budget. I often do go shopping with him just to make
certain he doesn’t overspend.
Once the groceries are purchased there
is the matter of packing them into the car – and if they don’t all fit in the
trunk, they get to ride on the back seat of our car – often next to Jenna who
usually does her best to get out of going with us – but sometimes it is her
that tags along with Roland while I stay home.
Pulling into the driveway means the
biggest ordeal of our grocery shopping is near its end – but is often more time
consuming than the shopping itself: Putting the Groceries Away
This
is our routine:
Roland will take them out of the trunk
and back seat and bring them as far as the front deck. Jenna than has the honor and privilege of
taking them from the porch to the kitchen table (or drop off on the couch if food
is going into the pantry or non –food items are going into a different room)
and I get to put them away. Slice open
the packaging so we won’t have to do so later on (although I did leave both
cartons of egg nog in the box and left the plastic on the eggs as there are
over 2 dozen exposed eggs on top) and repackage meat if necessary.
More than half our purchase was for
food storage. Roland assigned Jenna that
job. Lucky her. We had just gone through the pantry the other
day and I wrote down all of the items that were on the shelf and made a
list. I added to the list after the
groceries were put away – I don’t know how accurately. I guessed at the number of bottles or cans
came in each case because it didn’t say on the receipts. Oh, what fun!
