Dirty Little Secret

Dear Stop and Shop,

I don’t have a lot of willpower. I cope with stress through vices and since  I don’t find hangovers and smoker’s cough compatible with motherhood, I’ve turned to chocolate. (Also french fries. But not from your store. Because frozen french fries don’t do it for me. What was I talking about?)

Anyway, recently I’ve been trying to cut back on the chocolate. Because constantly having to buy new (larger) jeans for myself? Also not compatible with motherhood.

And speaking of compatibility, do you really have to put your bakery-made chocolate chip cookies on a special table right in front of the milk? Seriously? Let me tell you, those chocolate cookies you guys make are GOOD. Not quite as good as my mom’s, but very, very yummy. They have an addictive quality, I think. I mean, I’d avoided the bakery area on the other side of the damn store so I wouldn’t be tempted. But there they were. . . . . .right in front of the one place I can never avoid.

Are you evil, Stop and Shop?

I mean, I know you want to move as much product as possible. . .but you seriously cannot get to the milk  without being in cookie grabbing distance. That’s not product placement, that’s torture.

In conclusion, let me just stay this:

Move the damn  cookies or I’m sending you my clothing bills.

Thank you for your time,

Jerseygirl89

PS

Please do not send me a form letter about eating more vegetables or the benefits of meditation. If you would really like to prevent me from going on a cookie rampage, add a martini bar (and a daycare) to your facility.

We have now been in Florida since Saturday night.

We are about to make our fourth trip to the grocery store.

Our condo in Naples is lovely but cooking for ourselves has sure required a lot of crap. Not that I mind going to the grocery store when there are lots of adults to corral the kids or an adult to leave the kids with. Usually I’m curious about grocery stores in other places, really I am. I mean, I think it’s very interesting that the one here has a British section with HobNobs and Spotted Dick (someday I will try Spotted Dick. Just because.) – I had no idea there were so many Brits here. I was also intrigued to find out how kind and nervous the deli workers were. Ours was all about asking us how thickly we wanted everything sliced and did we want to try it and was it okay to go over – I gather from this that people around here are very demanding. Which doesn’t exactly surprise me, since most of them seemed to wandering around the grocery store Monday afternoon. And by “wandering” I mean not caring that other people existed. Possibly a few were lost, though.

The store was nice enough as well as being fairly well-stocked. But it was no Stop and Shop. I LOVE Stop and Shop, mostly because it has an organic store brand which is often cheaper than the store brands at the other local grocery stores. (Okay, I also love their donuts. I’m only human.) Anyway, Stop and Shop now has this “Healthy Eating” label, so that you can look at something and – without having to read the label, which I may do a bit obsessively – figure out that it’s good for your family. Also, they have recipes and advice on their website.

Update: Have also tried the local “upscale” grocery store. Very nice, but still no Stop and Shop. Also, still not enough to make me homesick. I hope you all stay safe in those ice storms. I’ll be thinking of you while I’m in the pool.

Inspired by Mom Central.