This is what $90 worth of groceries looks like. Granted, $27 of it is the two bags of coffee beans, which I purchase locally when they’re on sale. Another $7 is in the potato chips: Old Dutch Ripple for Scott, Miss Vickie’s Original for me. Someone (naming no names) has a weakness. I was into them even before snapping this picture.
You’re seeing $56 of actual food. The grapefruit juice — and I rarely buy juice nowadays, choosing fresh fruit instead; but this is to mix with some hard liquor received as a gift — was $4! I think the box of crackers was $4 too: on sale. I’ve been meaning to make crackers for weeks and not gotten to it. (So busy, this not-working thing.) I purchased the Co-op brand of peppermint tea and perhaps I’m imagining things, but it doesn’t taste as good as it should. I’ll be buying Twinings next time.
Scott, otherwise known as Voratio the Eating Machine, consumes flavoured yogurt like it’s going out of style. It’s a quick snack he can grab from the fridge. By the time I get around to having some, there isn’t any. If I want to eat yogurt — and I do — I have to buy some of the plain stuff. It’s as good as printing KEEP OUT in big block letters on the plastic tub. With a spoonful of honey and a few drops of vanilla extract stirred into my bowl, it’s delicious and surely more sensible than gulping down the commerically flavoured yogurt that we’ve been convinced is healthy but actually contains sugar, modified corn starch, gelatin, “natural flavour” and potassium sorbate. The plain yogurt has none of that. Voratio has yet to make the extra effort — when you’re starving, who has time to get out the honey? This way I manage to get some yogurt down my own neck.
People say the prices in our stores here in rural Saskatchewan are ridiculously high, and many make trips to the cities to shop. They say the savings are worth it, even with the cost of gas to get there and the hours spent on the highway. When I inspect this paltry amount of edibles on my kitchen counter, it does seem that it might pay to “Drive a little, save a lot.” Yet it’s still important to support local stores; it would be excessively inconvenient to have no choice but to drive two hours for groceries. That’s a habit I don’t want to get into.
There. I’m reduced to blogging about my groceries. It’s as bad as posting pictures of what I made for supper, on Facebook, right? Actually I don’t mind that; I’m interested in such things. I’m also extremely interested in what’s on the shelves inside people’s fridges. So sue me. I also like to see what is on the outside of people’s fridges. Easily entertained.