A few weeks ago, I found myself in the grocery store. What made this trip so memorable among all the trips I've made to the grocery store, and all the time I've spent shopping over the last 31+ years is that this was the first time SINCE COLLEGE I was there to shop only for myself.
Since I consider coffee one of the four main food groups, it was easy to remember I needed milk. Other than that, I hadn't bothered to make a list because, after all, I figured, I know what I like to eat. Right?
Was I wrong.
After fifteen minutes of marching through the store at what felt like triple my normal speed, I had exactly two items in my cart besides the milk: two pints of strawberries. Then I stopped in front of the yogurt display. This, at least, I reasoned, would be easy... I love yogurt. Right?
Was I wrong. What I realized after perhaps five full minutes of staring at the flavors (and suddenly there seemed twice the number of flavors I'd ever seen before) was that I don't know what flavors I REALLY like. I know what Meg likes. I know what Libby likes. I even know what Don likes.
But me....the one who can live on yogurt? I had to think hard about what flavors I REALLY like.
I had a revelation standing in front of the yogurt that day. I realized just how much of the food I'd been buying, preparing and eating over the last thirty years had been bought, prepared and cooked for other people...to the point where it was hard for me to remember what it was *I* really prefer.
I made another trip around the grocery store that day. I went back to the front, to the produce aisle and I took my time the second time around.
Since I consider coffee one of the four main food groups, it was easy to remember I needed milk. Other than that, I hadn't bothered to make a list because, after all, I figured, I know what I like to eat. Right?
Was I wrong.
After fifteen minutes of marching through the store at what felt like triple my normal speed, I had exactly two items in my cart besides the milk: two pints of strawberries. Then I stopped in front of the yogurt display. This, at least, I reasoned, would be easy... I love yogurt. Right?
Was I wrong. What I realized after perhaps five full minutes of staring at the flavors (and suddenly there seemed twice the number of flavors I'd ever seen before) was that I don't know what flavors I REALLY like. I know what Meg likes. I know what Libby likes. I even know what Don likes.
But me....the one who can live on yogurt? I had to think hard about what flavors I REALLY like.
I had a revelation standing in front of the yogurt that day. I realized just how much of the food I'd been buying, preparing and eating over the last thirty years had been bought, prepared and cooked for other people...to the point where it was hard for me to remember what it was *I* really prefer.
I made another trip around the grocery store that day. I went back to the front, to the produce aisle and I took my time the second time around.
4 comments:
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All I can say is … viva la "revelation!"
you are too funny :)
It's about time you shopped just for you. Enjoy all the discoveries along the way.
What a great artist's date!
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