It’s the one chore I really, really can’t stand, for multiple reasons.
1) It’s hard to come up with what I want to eat each week and not get bored or overcomplicate my life on weeknights when I’m slammed at work.
2) I hate other people at the grocery store. It’s my least favorite interaction with humanity. And it doesn’t matter what time of day I go to the store. Why?
a) Men. First, if you go on like, Saturday afternoon, there’s all these stupid men at the store. Don’t get me wrong. I love men generally. They’re great husbands, friends, colleagues, students, etc. I’m a big fan of men. But not at the grocery store. They seem to have no clue where anything is, they take 1900 times longer to get, say, a dozen eggs or a gallon of milk than I, the practiced grocery store goer, do. Forgive me if I’m just reinforcing gender roles here, but they make me crazy. Just pick something. Get it over with.
b) Women. (See, I’m equal opportunity). It’s really just women who buy terrible packaged food and are in front of me in line buying 9 million lean cuisines and frozen people. HOW DO PEOPLE LIVE LIKE THIS???
c) Couples. Oh, isn’t it cute! You haven’t been dating/married to your significant other since time immemorial and you still go to the grocery store and help each other! And giggle and hold hands! I HATE YOU. When my husband comes to the grocery store with me, I’m pretty sure he feels useless because I have it down to a science. I NEED NO ONE. I SHOP ALONE.
d) Old people. They’re slow and they have coupons. ENOUGH SAID.
I feel so much better having gotten that off my chest.
So I have attempted to make grocery shopping less onerous, but it still is. The alternative is to go to 9 trillion other places to get food (farms for meat, get milk delivered, join a CSA, etc) but I still need to go to the grocery store. And I have attempted to make planning the weekly menu easier by using Google Reader and tagging everything I want to make in a “Recipe Box” tag. It still stinks.
I’d also like to point out that I am a huge hypocrite and break all of my own grocery store rules. I compare prices and nutrition information. I sent my husband into the store last night to buy frozen pizza and ice cream sandwiches. Look, most super judgmental people are the most critical of myself. Which is why I super hate going to the grocery store, because not only in the end am I annoyed with humanity, I also am supremely annoyed with myself.
So, off to the grocery store. I’ll be the pushy annoying woman giving you dirty looks in the store. You know who she is.