GFzinks09's Blog

Grocery shopping has historically taken me, a sufferer from self-diagnosed ADD/ADHD an excruciatingly long time. However, then I became gluten-free and wouldn't you know....it takes even longer. I used to just walk aimlessly picking whatever was on sale, looked interesting, or I had always loved. Meandering each aisle, list in hand which I was completely ignoring. I'd end up at the check out bewildered by either the cost, amount in my cart or both.

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Well yes, I still ignore my list, I still meander, but now I bring a blackberry and a very patient shopping partner. Actually, my shopping partner is 23 going on 5 and refuses to go to any market that does not have hand-held self scanners. As I walk up and down the aisles trying to balance budget and risk of being glutenized he flips items in the air to scan or puts them in the refrigerator cases to scan through the glass. So there we are every week. Me googling or label-reading and him taking each chance to goof-off. I'll come too from my concentrated state of "can I eat this??" to see him doing something annoying and then having to holler at him. So people stare. It's always interesting.

I've gotten better over the months and weeks. I used to only do whole foods and it would still take at least an hour and a half, I ventured to Trader Joes (love) and now I go into the wild of Stop and Shop. I'm getting the hang of which discount brands vs "Gluten Free" brands I can eat. As I get better and better his goof off time becomes less and less. Or at least the un-noticed goof off time. Now he requests I hold the items so he can spin. To get back at him...I'll often move the item last minute and when he misses, the look of sadness could break your heart...if you weren't so busy laughing while being irritated.

In case you were wondering...I still often end up at the end of our trip saying, "how did it end up costing this much?? Or why did I pick all this out??". But by then the trip has run it's course and Scott probably needs to make a pit stop in "Tuscany" (what we have lovingly named the nicest Stop and Shop bathroom I've ever seen).