back to home-cooked
It’s a little before 1am as I type this, but it’s still yesterday’s night for me.
We went to the grocery earlier, the one that we treat as our neighborhood grocery, since it only takes about 7 minutes or so to walk to it. We prefer coming in the morning when the store is rather freshly opened and there are less people inside. Okay, a little past 9am (or after we wake up, whichever comes first) but it’s still like opening time.
This is how it typically looks like:
kitty scans the store...
kitty scans the chef's choices...
kitty and leaflens push the cart...
...as the chef awaits her chicken orders
Kitty is her pen, by the way hehe. Yes, we have a grocery list with us. We’re like that.
I don’t know, but there’s something pleasing, satisfying, comforting and therapeutic about grocery-shopping, either when done by yourself or with a loved one in tow.
no red onions for me.
I really like looking at the produce, and I really scan the shelves to look at the products — their design, their packaging, their content (as much as their packaging would allow, that is), their shapes/sizes/colors, and yes, I compare prices. I am a smart shopper sometimes hehe. But my girlfriend is smarter. 
She’s the one who always reminds me that buying groceries and cooking food at home is cheaper than eating out, of course. Of course I knew that already, but the Taurean-Oxen in me just wants to try foodie places around the metro sometimes. Well okay, most times hehe. I’m a gourmand, what do I do! But yes, she’s right, of course, and that’s why I love her.
making things easier...
I don’t know, but whenever I go out of the country, I visit the groceries to check what’s there. And if my trip to the US pushes through next month, hmmmm, that would really be interesting, to look at their groceries.
rice to the occasion. chos.
