$9.85

Sometimes, little things just hit you.

I stopped at Wal-Mart to buy a few ingredients for recipes I want to make for tonight’s and tomorrow night’s dinner. And to pick up some more asparagus — we roasted a bunch last night — delicious.

A quick aside.

Mike said, “I never thought I’d like asparagus. I never used to.”

This confirms my belief that every adult should try “hated” foods prepared by someone other than his/her mother. Nothing against mom’s cooking, but…times have changed, and so have ingredients and preparation methods.  If I hadn’t tried it, I’d still be convinced I hated Chinese food because when I was growing up, eating Chinese meant opening a can of La Choy chop suey on a Saturday night…gag me.

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.

I never left the produce aisle — six items, none of them organic:

  • an eggplant
  • a cauliflower
  • a red pepper (always outrageously priced — why?)
  • a cubanelle pepper (which she rang up as a jalapeno, 18 cents)
  • a bunch of asparagus (on sale)
  • a bunch of parsley

Bottom line: $9.85

No doubt it would have been more at another grocery store — I shop at Wal-Mart because it’s invariably cheaper.

Near the checkout in Wal-Mart is an in-store McDonald’s. Mike and I could have both eaten there for $9.85.

No, it wouldn’t have been as healthy. And it would only be one meal (I’ll have enough veggies left over from my recipes to add a side to another meal, plus leftovers from the meals themselves).

But the veggies are only part of my recipes — I’ll be adding many other items  from my pantry, all vegetarian except for some chicken breast that goes in tomorrow’s white chicken chili. (Tonight’s barley risotto is all veg.) So that adds cost.

I don’t wonder why people live on fast food — it’s cheap and filling. Or why they buy cheap processed — what would my $10 have bought in those aisles? Or why more people don’t buy organic. I’d love to — can’t afford it.

Maybe we have so many obese people in the U.S. because it’s so expensive to eat healthy. Mike and I spent about $400 on food in March — not counting our Friday night dinner-and-a-couple-beers at the local bar, usually around $25. And not counting Mike’s daily lunches out — around $6 a day. I’ve been trying to build up our pantry, so have been stocking up on staples.

So, for both of us, it’s running about $20 a day to eat.

Doesn’t that sound like a lot? For just two of us? And I’m not an extravagant shopper — I usually buy store brands, use coupons, and leave the expensive items on the shelf. (I’ve been buying “healthier” eggs because I think I should, and lamenting they cost at least $1 a dozen more than “regular” eggs.)

I dunno. No great insights forthcoming. No solutions. Just something I’m thinking about as I sit here, not making any money, worried about the future.

All sorrows are less with bread.
~ Miguel de Cervantes

Food, glorious food

I don’t know when or how it happened. I’m just glad it did. I went from being a typically picky eater as a child (plagued by food allergies) to being a teen who wouldn’t eat salad to being an adult who eats pretty much anything and everything.

My name is Christine, and I’m a foodie. (Hi, Christine.)

Comfort food, fast food, slow food, home-grown, home-made, take-out, eat-in, Thai-Indian-Vietnamese-Chinese-Italian-Greek-Mexican-Ethiopian, off the vine, out of the box, straight from the carton, organic, laced with preservatives, grilled, baked, broiled, fried, braised, nuked, fish, fowl, animal, vegetable, fruit. It’s pretty much all good.

Why the food obsession today? Because tonight is a free food night! No, I still have to pay for what I eat, but because the hubs is away for the evening doing nice things for his parents, I can eat ANYTHING I WANT.

I’m giddy with the possibilities.

Sure, when I was single, I ate what I wanted all the time (and I was at least 10 pounds lighter, thank you very much). But in my married role as chief cook, I try to make meals that please both of us. But because I have a much wider array of likes than Mike, I’m limited, unless I want to make two meals, and I rarely want to do that.

And I don’t mean to disparage the love of my life — many, many people I know and cook for are what I consider food-impaired. I can recite a list a mile long of who eats and doesn’t eat what — “no cooked carrots, no bananas, no pears, no mushrooms, no beets, no cucumbers, no tomatoes, no tofu, no garlic, no onions, no seafood, no nuts, no beans, no coffee.” No kidding. And no allergies involved — just pickyness.

You know those recipe sites where you enter the ingredients you have on hand and they come back to you with recipes? I need the opposite — a site where can I can enter “forbidden” foods and see what’s left!

It makes planning dinner party fare quite challenging. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to tell people, “Grow up and acquire a palate.” Or how grateful I am when I’m around like-minded foodies who appreciate the vast number of tastes, textures, and gustatory experiences the world offers. Or how fun it is to listen to “The Splendid Table” or hunker down in front of the Food Network and watch the pros cook.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a gourmet, or even a gourmand. Nor am I out there chowing down on frog legs or snails or haggis. I wouldn’t excel at the “food challenges” on Survivor or The Amazing Race. I just consider myself a well-rounded eater (oh, that came out so wrong, but so right).

And tonight I get to indulge, within reason. No, I won’t be cracking into a lobster, but I’m considering that last frozen salmon steak I’ve had hanging around the freezer for too long (Mike won’t eat seafood).

Or maybe I could stop and get Chinese take-out — that delightfully mega-calorie eggplant (although I made myself baba ganoush last night because eggplant was on sale at Wal-Mart — it’s heavenly!)

Or maybe I’ll just eat the marinated tofu I have in the fridge that I sometimes sneak into stir fry but Mike doesn’t really like. Or make that tofu and broccoli in peanut sauce I like.

Or mushrooms, something smothered in mushrooms!

Sushi? Sushi would be good, but the Giant Eagle out here doesn’t have it (I know, I know, sushi from the grocery store. But it’s the best I can sometimes do).

I better decide soon, though, or I’ll squander the opportunity. You know what happens…suddenly famished, must have food, so you eat whatever you can shove into your mouth, standing over the sink.

Maybe I should go low-tech. There’s a Subway in the hospital where I have yoga class tonight. A $5 tuna footlong with everything (no onions, no jalapenos — not because I don’t like them, mind you) might be calling my name. Ooooh, or tuna casserole! Yes! I have the tuna, noodles, mushroom soup, peas, cheese…

It’s good to have a plan.

There is no love sincerer than the love of food.
~ George Bernard Shaw

Wise words

Sometimes, amidst the drivel, e-mail delivers a real golden nugget. Here’s something to ponder, as I have. Especially apropos as I think about friends who’ve lost their jobs; our many thousands in taxes due in a month; bailouts, which are for us merely payouts; and my own slow workload and consequent financial crunch.

You cannot legislate the poor into prosperity by legislating the wealthy out of prosperity.

What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving.

The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else.

When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that my dear friend, is the beginning of the end of any nation.

You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it.

~ Adrian Rogers, 1931-2005

« Older entries Newer entries »