My shopping cart runneth over

I love grocery shopping. I think it has something to do with the fact that I love to eat so much. And that, no matter how full my cart is on shopping day, by the end of the week the cupboards are pretty bare, and I am in sore need of some vittles. I am usually looking at nothing but a bag of carrots for supper. Because I mow through my week’s bounty like every meal is my last and I better get all I can while I can. So grocery day is exciting because that night, and at least for a couple of days, there will be soooo many choices, food-wise. A real cornucopia.

If nothing else I am a creature of habit. Pretty much the same things every week but I’m okay with that. That’s because I love the things I get every week.

Crackers and hummus, which used to be earmarked for Sunday’s lunch, as a little treat for that day, but now never make it past that night. Delayed gratification is not one of my strong suits. The tahini for the special sauce I make that makes every veggie a treat for the palette. Always kale with mushrooms and garlic. And the crown jewel, my vegan chocolate chip mint ice cream. It costs a pretty penny, but I absolutely cannot do without it.

And now it’s time to mosey over to the self-checkout. I love this part of the adven- ture. I think those machines are so much fun. I love the way the ‘ol girl talks to me. She is so polite, usually. She welcomes me, which is most gracious of her, and then reminds me to scan my Stop & Shop card. And then she apprises me of the cost of each item that I hold up to her red light, bar code front and center, and tells me how much I have saved when my store card is doing its job. “Savings: $1.10.” Music to my ears! Say more nice things like that.