men and groceries
Apr. 12th, 2004 08:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ilanaramaI 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.
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.
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Date: 2004-04-13 06:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-04-14 12:47 pm (UTC)(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?)