For the love of the groceries…

I love grocery shopping.  Is that strange?  I think it might be.  I remember growing up, my mother hated going to the grocery store.  To this day she avoids that place like the plague and makes my dad do all the shopping.  I don’t know why exactly, but I suspect it has something to do with her apathy towards food in general.  Unlike me, she eats because it’s a biological requirement.  She hates cooking.  She’ll eat whatever is there and sometimes, if nothing is, she’ll just skip dinner.  I don’t understand this way of thinking at all.  Skip dinner?  Not in my house. 

No, for me, food is practically a religious experience.  I read food magazines and cookbooks.  I watch Food Network all the time.  I’m a great baker, but a lousy cook…although that doesn’t stop me from trying.  Good food is very important to me.  So I guess it makes sense that I like to go to the grocery store.

Tuesday was a rotten day at work.  I was really stressed and tired when I got home and it was a sweltering 101 degrees when I left the office.  On the ride home from work, J and I had our usual “what do you want to do for dinner?” conversation.  I knew there was no food in the house and that I’d have to go to the store.  I wasn’t especially looking forward to that because I was tired and cranky.  But I collected my coupons and my list and off I went. 

As soon as I walked into the store a feeling of calm came over me.  It was freezing in there in a way that my house will never be.  It was a Tuesday night, so it was basically empty.  I collected my cart, got out my list and got a scanner.  My grocery store has scanners that you take with you and scan your groceries as you shop.  I love this…it makes checkout so much easier and I can keep track of what I’m spending while I shop.  I started out in produce, with a quick stop at the deli.  Then I strolled each aisle, leisurely selecting items I wanted.  I stopped to read labels and check out new products.  I compared prices and sales.  I sang along quietly with the easy listening favorites playing over the sounds system.  I smiled at other shoppers as I passed them.

Only twice was I bothered.  The first time it was by two kids who were running wildly up and down an aisle, screaming and knocking things over.  I gave their mother a dirty look as I passed her…not that she did anything to stop them.  The second time was by a woman who was yapping loudly into her cell phone while she followed me down two aisles.  I gave her a dirty look too…because, really, what is so important that you have to talk on the phone while you shop?  Get off the damn phone…you are harshing my mellow!  If I wanted to be annoyed while I was shopping, I’d bring J with me.  (Note: We used to shop together, but he annoys me too much…touching everything and asking a lot of questions and bitching when I buy brand names instead of the store brand…so now I leave him home.  He helps unload and put away.  He’s much better at that.)

While I was loading my groceries into the car I realized how much better my mood was and that it was all due to my relaxing shopping experience.  I started to wonder if this love of grocery shopping was strange?  Are most people like me or is my mom’s hatred of it closer to the norm?  What do you all think?  Love it or hate it?

Comments

  1. Yeah you’re a little odd Shana, but that’s why I love ya! I don’t hate shopping, but it’s not up there with my fave things to do! Heat wave here too ~ swimming is a must today! :-)

  2. Sometimes I love going to the grocery store. Also I could stay there for hours. Sometimes when I can’t figure out what I want to make or buy I hate it. But normally I like it. And we have this really amazing giant grocery store here.

  3. Not me – I am grocery store hater (Although the self scanning would probably help at TON). Luckily, Wilzie is on shift work, so he usually does the shopping when I’m at work.
    Now, I could wander blissfully around a bakery for hours….

  4. I really like it too. I could easily wander in there for over an hour and be perfectly happy. The problem with liking it for me is that I buy stuff!

  5. I love shopping for groceries too! I feel a tad 3rd worldish though, because we do not have our own personal scanners. The best we have is self-checkout and I only tried that once and needed the management to help unscrewup my screwup.

    Maybe it’s a good thing I don’t get my own gun.

  6. I would like grocery store a lot more if I got to use a scanner thing. I am pretty sure Matt would fight me for it though.

  7. I love grocery shopping, too. It’s not just you. But my husband does all the cooking and he shops with me. Always. It’s a nice time for us. So no, you are not alone.

  8. I have SOOOO many things to say about this!! First of all, I have this routine that used to be on Sundays but now that the commissary is closed on Mondays…it’s a Monday routine (which is TOTALLY throwing me off kilter…but whatevs). I sit down and do the week’s menu, carefully picking through my Fix and Forget It cookbook, my Southern Living cookbook and the SparkPeople recipes app on my iPod. Once I decide what the perfect week will look like, I use this pad I found at Michael’s for a DOLLAR that has the menu on one side and the list on the other. Then it’s off I go. I have to say, shopping the commissary isn’t NEARLY as relaxing or enjoyable as shopping Fresh Market…but Fresh Market is in Macon and that’s like 30 minutes from here. So, that’s a once a month kind of thing. Plus, y’know…that tab runs a little higher. But I swear to all things holy that I hear angels sing when I walk in that place.

    As for shopping with a man…it’s the 8th level of Hell and I don’t recommend it to anyone. Neal will constantly bitch about me buying name brands. Of course, you don’t hear that bitching when the food tastes better. And he’ll say “do we really need that??” when I buy fat free whipped cream and chocolate sauce. Um, excuse me, but Mother Nature is schedule for next week and we DO need that. Or I do and it would behoove you to back the eff off.

    I’m so ready to go to Fresh Market now. Maybe tomorrow will be a Macon trip. 😉

  9. I LOATHE the grocery store. I am a high anxiety person and maybe if I could shop minus kids and people in general I would enjoy it more but I just can’t stand it. I have it down to a science and I only go once a month…unless of course I have to pick-up the occasional milk or fruit but that is a quick in and out! As it stands now I have to have the Xanax on stand-by. 😉

  10. I hate the grocery store. But then, I hate shopping of any kind. And my attitude toward food? Sounds very much like your mother’s. She and I would get along quite well, I believe.

    Loving the grocery store . . . that’s just crazy!

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