Side note:
On the way home, Meaghan explained to me her theory on why old people rarely drive.
It seems as one gets older, one shrinks, and therefore, one just has a hard time looking over the steering wheel. So one doesn’t drive.
Now you know.
“Now,” said a voice behind me, “where would I find cocoa?”
I was in the baking aisle trying to decide between slivered or sliced almonds. THe lady behind me was getting a little exasperated. I can sympathize. This grocery store seems to routinely shuffle various items from place to illogical place. After telling her I didn’t know, I suddenly remembered that I too, had been on a quest for cocoa a short time ago.
“It’s next to the hot chocolate!” Her eyebrows raised a bit and she headed off. Funnily enough, we both drove into that same aisle a few minutes later from opposite ends. Sarah noticed her first and directed her to the cocoa, even pointing out the best bargain.
In one of those weird coincidences, just this morning I had posted in Sasha’s forum how yes, indeed, strangers talk to me all the time at the store.
Speaking of freaky, when we got out to our truck, we noticed that the car next to us was driven by a little old lady who sauntered out of the store just after we did. Then we drove around to pick up our groceries, because I almost never ride them back out to the truck because, well, there’s a lot! Anyway, the same lady pulled in behind us.
That was weird, but later as we were driving out of town, there she was, behind us again! For a second there I thought she was following us, but she turned off after a few minutes. At least I think she did, I sped up to lose her.
Then I got to wondering; why is it, that the further you get away from “real” food, the more expensive it is? (I meant LESS!! LESS!!) I mean, a tomato can get pretty expensive, but tomato sauce is relatively cheap. Or any processed meat. You would think it would be more expensive than say, a real ham shank, than all the stuff they put in it to make ham slices or hot dogs. I say this because it was only last week or so when I went grocery shopping, and I had to go again because there was nothing to eat. Last time, I had bought all kinds of fresh, healthy non processed food, and it’s gone in no time. I try to go all the way into town only every two weeks or so. That’s a lot of groceries you need to buy at once for five people.
One thing we are doing to broaden our palette is to try a new cheese every time. Sarah has a new best friend now and his name is Jack. Monterey Jack.
I’m writing this between runs to drop off and pick up girls at Brownies/Guides, so I’ll have to end things here.
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