Now that I am suddenly, blatantly pregnant, I worry about what’s in my cart when I go grocery shopping. Do people look at those packets of Ramen and think “SHE SHOULD BE EATING BETTER”? I can’t help that I have an unabashed love for spicy chicken noodles, okay? I wonder if they see the beautiful leaves of swiss chard covering the two pomegranates, nestled beside the mushrooms and apples.
But really, this all comes in second to what I didn’t buy at the grocery store today: a coffee cake cheese danish. I don’t know what brilliant mind decided to combine those two desserts, but it was a genius idea. Chris likes neither coffee cake nor danishes (wtf?) so I could not convince him that this item NEEDED to find its way into our cart, but I got my revenge by refusing to let him pick up the pumpkin pie sitting right beside it. WE COULD HAVE COMPROMISED AND GOTTEN BOTH, CHRIS!
Today was the first time I noticed the price of groceries having gone up. When it comes to meat, I only eat poultry and seafood; I’ve been this way for a long while now. We’re out of chicken, so we were checking it out… and for the generic stuff, it’s $9 for two measly little breasts with tender removed that I might be able to make a meal out of if I mixed it with lots of other stuff. I mean, seriously. That’s just stupid. We bought an entire roasting chicken for $9 that I’ll be cooking up tomorrow, and then I’ll use the remains for soup — that’s reasonable, at least.
Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure that if a pregnant woman were walking around with a coffee cake cheese danish in her hands, people would be really understanding. And women would stop me to ask where I got that delicious thing!