men and groceries

[ilanarama]

I recently came home from a week away sans mari to discover that he'd gone grocery shopping. Well, yeah, he would have had to; I wasn't a very good wife, didn't stock the fridge and freezer with Tupperwared dinners for him for every night of the week. But I probably should have; I usually do. Instead, he went grocery shopping.

I stared into the refrigerator, baffled. A loaf of supermarket bread - I never buy supermarket bread, I get it from the fancy bakery out Florida Road that makes these amazing thick-crusted hearth loaves, chewy and delicious. What he got is labeled "whole wheat" but it looks as soft as Wonderbread. Apple juice, which I never buy because I don't like. Eggs. Lots of eggs. No vegetables.

In the cupboard there is another extra mustard he must have bought, a different brand than I usually get, right next to the one I bought; he must have seen the emptying bottle in the fridge and not checked for more. But there are no paper towels, because he forgot to buy them. There are lots of cans of soup and of the brand of baked beans which he likes, because I bought bunches of them, and he apparently did as well.

I wonder if maybe I should buy more apple juice for him. I wonder what I cook that he doesn't like but doesn't bother mentioning because hey, somebody else's cooking. What he wishes I'd buy at the grocery store. What he really wants me to make for dinner (even though he always says, "I don't care - make whatever you like, I know it will be great.")

But ha ha ha I do the cooking and the grocery shopping around here, and whatever I say goes! I feel so powerful!

Or I will, once I restock the fridge with the proper stuff.

Comments

[littleamerica.livejournal.com]

I suspect "whole wheat" is an entirely unregulated appellation and could be applied to entirely wheat-free products if desired. It seems to mean "brown," or possibly "light brown," as opposed to "containing wheat germ and floor sweepings," which it should.

I can't speak for your husband, of course, but I can say that "as a man" I have a hard time eating enough greens and warm food; I suspect this is because both require more skill and time than the alternative. I'm not surprised that give the chance he opted out of veggies altogether.

[ilanarama.livejournal.com]

God, I agree on the whole wheat stuff. "Light brown with specks", I think.

And of course I don't mean "men" but "men who are accustomed to having their wives cook for them." Although even before I moved in (lo these many years ago) his kitchen repertoire consisted of opening cans and/or frying eggs. Veggies are 1) yucky in cans and 2) require preparation when not in cans, so. Anyway, it's an effort to get him to eat veggies even when I cook them, so it would really be a miracle if he actually bought them while I wasn't around.

[guntar.livejournal.com]

Just think of it: without you there, he could develop scurvy! He needs you! He'd be lost without you!

[ilanarama.livejournal.com]

Yes! It makes me feel so needed and loved!

(And in fact, I think I'd feel a little depressed if he was, oh, no problem, while you were gone I just whipped up a few cordon bleu meals. Because then what would he need me for? (Besides that.) And more importantly, why wasn't he cooking them for ME?)

[ikkyu2.livejournal.com]

I wonder what I cook that he doesn't like but doesn't bother mentioning because hey, somebody else's cooking.

I don't know, of course, but I suspect he's so in love with you that he'd eat stone soup if you served it to him.

What a lucky guy. Any more at home like you? I know a single young Manhattan neurologist..

[ilanarama.livejournal.com]

Aw, you sweetie.

[alembicresearch.livejournal.com]

What? No beer?
There are times when
my frig is completely full ...
of beer. And nothing but beer.

[ilanarama.livejournal.com]

I'm not surprised one bit, John!

We just live a few blocks from two different brewpubs so our fridge is frequently beerless. Please don't die of shock.