Grocery shopping was fun in college.
For one, my parents helped me out (a lot), so I didn’t pay that much attention to prices. Convenience was my top priority. Until my last year of college, the most cooking I ever did was blue box mac ‘n cheese. Grocery shopping primarily consisted of midnight Wal-mart runs with the boyfriend (now husband) or friends. We made it an event.
Now it’s just something I do. By myself. Week after week. Because I have to.
I walk the perimeter and stock up on fruits and veggies, breads, meats and dairy. Oh, and I swing through the baking aisle when my sweet tooth’s acting up. It’s that simple, really. I avoid most prepackaged, “convenience” meals, both for health and financial reasons. Plus, now that I’m married, I genuinely enjoy cooking homemade.
I’m practically on auto-pilot – I’m in, I’m out and I really have no recollection of what I just did, but my cart’s full of the things we need (and, sometimes, don’t need). Before I know it, I’ve packed the trunk with $60-100 worth of energy for the coming week. And where I live, the temperature’s a balmy -20 degrees F while I’m carefully tucking the eggs into the mesh grocery cradle.
Granted it only takes an hour of my time every week, but still. Grocery shopping is becoming a hated task.
Was becoming. Until I read a book.
A beautiful book. A book that was so detailed, so descriptive, so different from the non-flowery, simplistic communication I’m typically drawn to.
The book? One Thousand Gifts.
Here’s the trailer [yes, some books have trailers now… and I think it’s brilliant]:
Let’s just say, since reading the book, getting groceries feels like a blessing instead of a burden. In a basic trip to the grocery store, there are so many things for which to give thanks.
the toasty car that gets me there
lively tunes pumping through the speakers
a never-ending rainbow of glistening produce
money in the bank to cover the costs
a spacious kitchen at home, just waiting to be filled
a husband who not only provides for us, but always compliments my newlywed-ish, experimental approach to cooking
a strong appetite for food… and life
the chatty teenager bagging my groceries
passing a smile along to the smile-less clerk
astro-start (that not only heats my car, but allows me to witness not-so-accidentally)
These are the obvious ones, but the blessing are truly endless.
I’ll leave you with this favorite quote from the book: “As long as thanks is possible, then joy is always possible.”