Side comment: What is it about Sundays at the grocery store? I have to really be running on empty in order to choose that it's a good idea to go to the store on Sunday afternoon, pray there is a cart available, struggle to get by the other 10 people in my aisle with their carts, alter my grocery list on the fly due to things being sold out, and then stand in line for 30 minutes to check out. No thanks, I can wait until Monday.
We always start in the vegetable section.
Side comment #2: Given the layout of the store, this is really the only option for everyone that shops there. The natural progression is up the stairs, grab your cart/basket, take a left into the vegetable section. If I actually got my cart, took a right instead, crossed all the cashiers and started on the far side of the store, I'm curious to see how many people would assume I was lost and offer assistance. Clearly, this would cause the entire system to collapse.
The next manufactured stop is the meat section (and the real purpose of my not-so-interesting-grocery store story). Just yesterday I decided I would learn to cook more vegetarian dishes to help Sean investigate whether giving up meat would help with the throat issues he has been having. Wouldn't you know it ... there it was ... $4.99/lb. The damn ribeye. The one thing that is never on sale; the one thing that will forever keep me from becoming a vegetarian; testing me, at $4.99/lb. Do I have the will power? Would it be terribly inconsiderate to cook a steak and torture Sean with that wonderful smell? I shouldn't have to sacrifice every night just because I am cooking for him, right?
Confession: Yes, I am selfish. And I will enjoy every bite.
