I love grocery shopping. Because it’s my favorite chore, I’ve assigned it to myself.
I especially love grocery shopping on early Saturday mornings, before the crowds are out. I like stores like Wegmans, Trader Joe’s and Mom’s, stores where everything seems so artfully and thoughtfully laid out. These stores are mostly financially out of my league, but I allow myself the pleasure every now and again. I make up for it by shopping at Aldi most of the time.
This morning I went to Wegmans, about a mile from my house. I left the baby with my mom and spent about an hour perusing the produce, bread and fresh meats aisles. I spent more than I had to, and I ordered a small decaf cappuccino even though I’d just had a coffee at home. I bought a small piece of wild-caught cod (not very ocean-friendly, I know), which was almost prohibitively expensive. But I convinced myself we deserve fresh fish. I bought eggs and ready made salad, Icelandic individual yogurts, individual fruits, fresh asparagus and several different types of bread.
Grocery shopping is such a solo joy to me.