The Horror of Grocery Shopping

"I do not care," he always answers.

Oh! I just want to strangle him most times! Here is a guy who is Type Two Diabetic, allergic to sea food and ham and does not like chicken. So I go to the grocery store, hoping that I can find something that both my husband and my two girls like. They too can be picky eaters.

My oldest girl, I can not seem to please her at all. Whenever I cook something, she always turns up her nose and grabs a bowl of cereal. At least my younger girl is not as picky as she used to be. The only problem is that she likes meat dishes but not casseroles. Then when I make pastas, she cannot have tomato sauce on it. She is not allergic to it, but insists that it cannot have anything on it, just butter.

So it is a guessing game when I go to the store to get something for dinner. I just am sick and tired of beef and potatoes all the time.

I have decided to try different recipes. I have numerous cook books around the house that are collecting dust. I pick out one that looks good and go on my adventure, taking the book along with me. Looking at the book, I see the recipe calls for mushrooms. I have to omit that since I am the only one in the house who likes those. Oh no! This is a recipe for chicken something or another! I forgot that my husband does not like chicken! Oh well, since he did not tell me what he wanted, we are having chicken tonight. This recipe also calls for a bunch of spices. Our shelves are full of jars. Whatever we do not have at home, I can always substitute.

I browse the magazine racks and pick out a Suduko magazine. Then I go to the baking section. Maybe I will make a cake or brownies tonight. I pay for my items and head home.

I carry the bags of groceries into the house. My husband is playing of the computer. It is so sweet of him to offer to take the bags from my hands. (Not!)

He looks at me and says, I forgot to tell you that we need more milk.
Oh! How I want to strangle him!