Food for thought

One of our favorite date activities has always been going to the grocery store every other week. It’s convenient because everyone needs to have food in the house and during Bethany’s midterm/final exam periods it became a good opportunity to spend time together when we lived apart. If you’re like us you always follow the same course through the store and I feel like I’m getting away with something when I walk down an aisle the wrong way. I also think I’m wandering through a foreign country when I step into a new store because I have no clue where anything will be located. Six weeks ago I met by parents at my brother’s place and on the way home, I stopped at the Shaws in Brookline to buy our sundries for the week. It took me twenty-five minutes to find the rice, which should have been next to the canned vegetables across from the “international foods,” but instead could be found next to the salad dressing. Damn you Paul Newman and Ken’s Steakhouse!! Here are some more notes from this week’s trip

• It’s clementine season, which means that you need to buy a 350-count crate of this golf ball sized fruit instead of the 4 you plan on eating for the week. Someone really needs to get Bono on this to help with world hunger
• After hitting the produce section we turned the corner to find the local senior center appeared to be holding their weekly meeting in front of the mayonnaise. I guarantee at least eight people over the age of 65 were in a roller derby style scrum not allowing anyone to pass. As of press time I cannot tell you who won the shuffleboard match.
• What’s with the people who forget they’re not the only person buying food for the week? Today, we encountered a woman deep in a cell phone conversation who twice decided to stop short at the entrance of aisles so other customers could unexpectedly slam into her. I’m don’t what in your could be this important, but put down the Funyons and wrap it up in the car.
• I’m addicted to the port wine cheese ball and am going to try to eat the entire thing during this week’s episode of The O.C.
• Can it be explained to me why a bag of Tostitos cost $20 more than all of the other bags of chips in the store? But damn those things are tasty. I assume they’re made with crack unless you buy the lime ones because they have ecstasy.
• For the third visit in a row these two smart shoppers saved over 25% of their bill clipping coupons and reviewing the circular. Three more successful trips and we qualify for Supermarket Sweeps.