In order to be fabulously gay, you must, as a general rule, love shopping. Over the past week or so, I’ve noticed a pretty huge change in my shopping addictions. I realized the other day that my favorite shopping, at this very moment in time, is grocery shopping. And I was kinda taken by surprise.
Robert pointed out the other day, after we got home from the grocery, that the refrigerator was so full that we hardly had room for anything we had just bought. When I opened the refrigerator door just ten minutes ago, it was all I could do to keep things from falling out. There’s just no way for me to express how happy this makes me.
In part, I think our newfound love of shopping for food comes from our recent hospital visits. During those visits, we had to wander around and raid refrigerators in the hopes of finding something to snack on. There’s generally very little to choose from. There’s only so many times you can make a meal of a turkey sandwich and jello. And by so many times, I mean once. Other than that, there’s the hospital meals, which while not bad, are not exactly offered to you via an expansive menu. No, you get that chopped meatloaf and by golly you will love it!
Hence, I’ve felt compelled to make sure we have maximum variety in the house. And I’ve been cooking up a storm. Sort of to the point that as soon as we’re done with one meal, I’m already thinking about what to make for the next one. This is a domestic side of myself that I’ve only every before seen when it’s exam time in grad school, because avoiding studying is amazing motivation for cooking something massively complicated.
I’ve also taken to convincing Robert that a trip to the grocery is, among other things, good exercise, especially because it promotes healing via normal activity. And because we both love food, a trip to get milk usually turns into a trip to also get tortillas, Gatorade, green chile, hash browns, eggs, and maybe some cookies. If you’re New Mexican and just read that short list, you’ll probably note that I’ve totally been making my own breakfast burritos (a.k.a. the New Mexican version of heaven, in a tortilla). Seriously. Breakfast time is approximately eight hours away from this very moment, and I’m already salivating over the yumminess that awaits me.
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I totally share your food obsession.
I am always thinking a whole day’s meals ahead of myself.
Food is AWESOME.
i’m salivating! guess i’ll just eat my toast.
Woot for grocery shopping! It’s my favourite. I go down every flipping aisle just for kicks
I never enjoyed grocery shopping until I came here to Albuquerque. What with Trader Joe’s, Whole Foods, and Talin, what’s NOT to love?
I didn’t know you were still here. We all need to get together and meet. I’m going to LA on the 30th, and will be gone for about a week, but hope maybe we can get together (you me and Robert of course) some time before that, or after I come back from LA and before you leave for LA. email me
Grocery shopping is my favorite kind of shopping because I don’t have to try anything on and no batteries or assembly is required.
How you taunt me with your eating of green chile!
I haven’t had a breakfast burrito in years….
I’m not New Mexican but i TOTALLY knew you were making breakfast burritos
man - I have been CRAVING those lately.
I wish breakfast burritos were a part of the local cusine.
I am definitely with you on the grocery shopping. I LOVE it, but I can’t buy that much because I won’t eat it all and a lot of it will go bad. How sad is that? This just means that I need a big family. Or a huge roommate. One or the other…
That’s it! Everyone get over here and we’ll have a huge breakfast burrito party. It’s unprecedented, and it will be the most amazing party the world has ever seen.