his and hers

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March 7, 2011 by Heather

We do our grocery shopping once a week.  Some people do it every other week, some only go once a month, some go whenever they run out of something, everyone has their own way of re-stocking their pantry and fridge.  Going on Sundays is what works best for us.  Up until yesterday, we’d always done it the same way.  Andrew pushes the cart, I carry the list.  I push the cart through the produce section while he goes and gets his weekly “treats.”  We always got pretty much the same thing, as you can read about here.  And it worked just fine – until the Sunday before this past one.  Scratch that, we didn’t even go on a Sunday that week, we went on Monday… because there was trouble in paradise on Sunday, that’s right, I remember now.  Yeesh.

Moving on.  (Oh crap, I just remembered I’m supposed to do a Moving Monday post.  Moving Tuesday, anyone?)

Our grocery trip that Monday was…stressful.  Tense.  It was sort of a combination of factors:  Me wanting to buy things like quinoa and kale, Andrew wanting to buy ice cream and beef, Me slowly reading ingredient lists on shampoo bottles, Andrew wishing I would hurry up and not exactly being the most patient of shopping partners.  (love you honey!)

It didn’t end well either.  We went over budget because we were trying to combine our food interests into one cart, trying to mesh our tastes into a happy medium.  We had tried our hardest to reach a compromise of individual likes and dislikes that we wound up spending an extra fifteen bucks.  Great.  Awesome.  Now not only did neither of us get to try the new things we wanted to try, but we were both pissed at our careless over-spending.  It was such a pleasant time.

(side note:  we did get the kale b/c it was only 98 cents.  heather 1, andrew 0).

Before we had even pulled into our driveway, Andrew had a master plan (such a guy, right?).  “Why don’t we each get our own groceries?”  Of course in my pre-menstrual brain this might as well have been “I think I want to start sleeping on the couch.”  I can be irrational sometimes.  I like to think it’s an endearing quality.  No?  Needless to say, it took some convincing for me to see that what he was suggesting really did have some merit:  We like to eat in different ways.  As long as we are eating together, who cares if we’re eating the same thing?  We don’t do the same exercises, why would we follow the same diet?  (That one sort of confused me).  And just because we are married doesn’t mean we have to like to eat the same foods.  We can make our own rules.  Ok ok ok, maybe he had a point.  Then there was this whole talk about me “going meatless” – his phrase, not mine – that he sort of rabbit chased for a while.

Another side note:  I’m not going meatless.  Ok maybe I am thinking about it.  It’s not a big deal.

Once he had me over on his side, we decided to try it the next week and re-configured our grocery budget into thirds:  $25 for Andrew, $25 for Heather, and $25 for household/pet items/1-2 together meals.

Let’s just say that grocery shopping yesterday was a lot of fun.  It was stress free.  I really embraced it – I didn’t even want to share a cart haha.  I did get a little confused because I was in charge of getting my stuff as well as the “our” stuff, so keeping everything added up was a bit of a challenge for my math-retarded brain.  Other than that, it was a success.  I even think that our groceries will last us longer this way, but we’ll see.  It was funny to turn down an aisle and see Andrew trotting along with his cart and his little man foods.  Hahahaha… oh dear me.

Now for a breakdown of the goods.

Andrew
gardettos
turkey deli meat
three cheese tortellini
hawaiian sweet rolls (?)
cake batter ice cream
taco shells
1 lb. ground beef chuck
roma tomatoes (!)
bananas (!)
total: $24.95

Heather
celery
baby spinach
carrots
grapefruit
orange
nectarines
sharp cheddar cheese
walnuts
vanilla greek yogurt
eggs
whole wheat bagel thins
tomato basil soup
light tuna (meat!)
skim milk
cinnamon cheerios (so good)
total: $24.24

Later lovers, happy eating ♥

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One thought on “his and hers

  1. cklredhead says:

    Hah! I love love love this. If I could get Chris to go grocery shopping with me, he would end up with a cart full of beef and ice cream too. Instead I just force my food choices on him. And that’s probably why I know he sneaks off during the day to get a chipotle burrito! hah

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