Some have infamously noted that I possess the palate of a seven year old.
I might say I’m simply a victim of my own lack of planning, spontaneity and the resulting impatience that the hunger those qualities engender.
Let’s ease you into this…
Because I don’t know when I shop on Tuesday what I’m going to want on Friday, I’ve learned to just shop more frequently. Odds are, if it sounds good Tuesday, I’ll probably still have a taste for it Wednesday. No guarantees beyond that.
Therefore, I’ll shop Grocery Outlet for staples like
wine shelf stable pantry items. That way, they are there when I have a hangry moment and don’t have time to spare to run to Freddy’s, Safeway or the lil Brodega across the street.
Nonetheless, since being urged to eat more veggies and fiber, I’ve been making an effort to have a salad several times a week. Gross Out has the same salad kits as the big chains, usually for a buck less (we’re talking $3 versus $4 at the chains), so I’ll pick up three or four when I pop in for
wine other supplies.
The other day, though, I went specifically to grab a couple
bottles of wine Caesar salad kits to go with my pizza leftovers from Wednesday night. I’d gotten a Caesar with the pizza, but ate it all, worried that the concoction wouldn’t age well once the dressing was on…and I’m a weird one with leftovers, so just accept that was my logic and be happy I’m eating salad.
I pop back to produce, breaking the Gross Out rule of hitting every aisle so you don’t miss a deal, avoiding
the wine department temptation and intent on my mission.
Plus, it was past Myrtle’s dinner time.
When I hit the produce corner, I see that I’ve also hit the jackpot. There are several “Reduced For Quick Sale” options. But, hey…I made a point of stopping here to save a literal buck, so I decided I could do a chop salad instead on a Caesar and save another literal buck.
Save $2 on two salads: good
Save $4 on two salads: great!
I’m beating feet back up front and my inner seven year old palate demon steers me down the pasta aisle.
Maybe there’s Mac & Cheeeeese!
Luckily, the Velveeta Deluxe that was 2/$1 were long gone, which made me sad but happy. A good deal is a good deal, but I’m not paying for my eventual coronary by saving $4.49 on a box of food I shouldn’t be eating anyway…Plus, I still had a dollar’s worth at home. Plus-plus a box of some strange broccoli added version that I’d picked up last time…
Proud of my situationally forced ability to resist temptation, I remained on mission. Until…
Look, I’m just a man with a child’s tastes, ok? I haven’t had Velveeta in probably 20 years. And it’s not like I’m going to eat this like a college kid would – by peeling it like a banana and going to town.
I’m getting some damn crackers and a good bottle of wine. Because adults compensate.
Speaking of college kids…
They are my new Stoner Cafe.
most certainly have my number are out to get me.
Usually I can ignore their marketing emails. Generally, they are either of the “redeem points and save” variety or the “Ben & Jerry’s BOGO” variety.
Admittedly, that last type is harder to ignore.
But then I saw one that was too intriguing to resist.
Something like, “Try Something New For A Nickel”. Let’s be honest, I think we can all agree that my seven year old palate is not adventurous. But for a nickel, I could explore.
Especially when the “something new” ends up being spiked seltzers! I’m not sure how they got this promotion past the iron fisted OLCC, but I jumped on $.20 worth of a new seltzer called Basic. The flavors sounded…
Not wanting to look like a cheapskate, I figured I should order something else. Since it was right there in my “Buy It Again”, I added a 12-pack of White Claw.
New problem: now I just look like a booze hound.
So I added in some energy drinks. Since they didn’t have my go-to brand/flavors in stock, I – wait for it – tried a new drink called G.O.A.T.
I could live with the delivery person assuming I was on a liquid diet.
Now, a Pro-Tip: when putting away your “groceries” do not put energy drinks between alcoholic beverages.
That was a close fucking call this morning.
So, despite the opening assertion, I’d dare say that I’ve somehow refined this seven year old palate that I seemingly possess.
Crackers and wine with my cheap cheese?
Boutique spiked seltzers and energy drinks?
I should have a Pinterest page for my culinary embarrassments…