I go to the grocery store to buy food. And maybe browse a magazine. Occassionally for the samples being handed out on Friday. But mostly for the food.
A few months ago we made the decision to buy more organically. I’m glad we did it and can see benefits of that choice, but my grocery cart looks radically different from the average next mom in line. I still have chicken nuggets, juice pouches and spaghetti. I haven’t stopped buying eggs or milk or yogurt or hot dogs or ice cream. (Never will I be without ice cream. Amen.) In my basket is Frosted Flakes and Raisin Bran and fruit chews for snacks.
They just don’t look like yours, ma’am.
I get looks. I get outstretched necks. Today I got raised eyebrows and a “pfft” muttered under her breath.
Sometimes I get questions.
Does that stuff taste good? Yes
What’s “uncured”? It means it doesn’t have nitrates – the chemical that gives you a headache after you eat your hot dog.
Isn’t that more expensive? Some. Not all. Mainly the proteins are more expensive.
Do your kids eat that stuff? Yep. Better than they did the other stuff. Go figure.
I don’t mind answering the questions. I’m not THAT MOM who shoves her choices down others throats. I’m not fanatical and, yes, I love my pizza from the joint down the street.
But I’m getting tired of the stares, the raised eyebrows and the judging. Really folks, it’s just food. I don’t ask why your basket is full of generic ice cream, wine on sale, macaroni and cheese and lube. Knock your socks off.
You want to ask a question? Great. I’ll answer it. But if you just going to try to sneakily lean over to look more closely at my cart? Back up out of my checkout line dance space.
According to you I’ve got trees to lick.