I realized this afternoon that I am quite hopeless in a supermarket. I share cooking with the three other girls I flat with, and we each cook one night a week.
If we were to be productive, we would go shopping together, plan meals, and make ONE trip… instead, we usually all make individual trips to the store, and for me, I will quite often make multle trips to the store over the space of a week. Silly, I know… but planning takes head space that I don’t normally have.
My odd shopping schedule dealt with, the major problem is that I don’t usually plan what I will cook. Most weeks I will pick up a free recipe card, find a packet mix, or wander to the meat section to see what is looking good and then buy the rest of my ingredients based on that. Other times, like today, I wander. I meander. I peruse. I spend half an hour shopping, and at the end of it can still go through the express checkout because I found six ingredients.
This meandering… drifting… is dangerous because it means I will sometimes be halfway down one aisle and realize I missed what I needed, so execute a u-turn or three point turn to get what I need. Woe to any small child who is in my way, as they are 25% more likely* to be run over by me than by anybody else in the store. It’s also dangerous for the sanity of other people in the store, who I am sure start to question why I have passed them for the tenth time in as many minutes.
And because my trolley is usually not very full, it sometimes glides faster than I expected… I have caused trolley traffic jams and trolley crashes.
Next time, suggest I take a basket instead.
* 39% of statistics are made up… But you knew that.
