Showing posts with label groceries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label groceries. Show all posts

Thursday, December 17, 2009

A Question for You


In my life I have known both rags and riches. I am thankful for both as they have made me who I am today.

In my early twenties and thirties finances were very tight and there were always too many days between paychecks.

I have known both single parenthood and dual parenthood - where I was the only one contributing to the welfare of both myself and child and later, with a competent, responsible partner.

In later and recent years, finances improved. Savings accounts became a reality. Modest, yearly vacations became doable. Extras, once only dreamed of, became within reach.

This leads me to today's post.

Yesterday I was in my favorite market doing my holiday shopping. Mind you, I was not shopping for tonight's dinner or staples for the kitchen cupboard. I was shopping for holiday extras. Cheeses, breads, ingredients for special hors' doerves. A little crab, even some caviar. Champagne.

When I finally arrived at the checkout counter and began to unload my delicacies I became aware of a middle aged woman and her son, about college age, waiting in line behind me. I couldn't help overhearing their conversation. The woman was crying (not loudly) and was saying to the young man, "I'm doing the best that I can, I'm sorry"... the young man with her was rubbing her shoulder and assuring her that "it was okay, mom.. it's going to be alright".. She was clearly trying to hide her anguish.. to no avail.

At one point, the woman walked away as the clerk continued to ring up my purchases. I couldn't help myself and asked the young man, "is that your mom?" He said, "yes". I then asked if they were having a hard time of things during this holiday season. He responded by shrugging his shoulders and said, "yeah, a little bit".

My heart broke. I looked down at their cart. Oatmeal. Pasta. Rice. Bread. Milk. Not a specialty item in sight. I looked at my purchases...

My question for you, my readers... What would you have done if you were me?

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Bolognese Sauce & My Purse


I had to go the grocery store this morning to buy a few items for a Bolognese Sauce I want to make today. Just a few things, like tomatoes, a fresh hunk of parmesan cheese. All the other ingredients I already have, including some lovely Pappardelle Pasta. 

I have this trick I do with my purse when I go grocery shopping and I'll tell you about it, but first you have to know some things about my purse. Number one thing is it's big. It's a big leather brown shoulder purse that I paid way too much for about 5 years ago. I keep alot of things in my purse, so it's not only big, it's heavy. Ask anyone who has ever had to hold my purse (as in here, could you hold this a minute?) or hand me my purse (as in, could you hand me my purse?). My purse is so heavy that I don't like to carry it for long. When I go grocery shopping I put it in the baby seat of the cart. Now I know that's not safe, because everyone knows thieves hang out in grocery stores just waiting to snatch women's purses from baby seats while the unwitting women are squeezing the tomatoes - that's where my trick comes in. 

This morning my purse felt exceptionally heavy. Heavier than most days. After a quick inventory of its contents, I discovered why. Here's a quick list of my purses contents, I'm reasonably sure that I could survive (along with my family of five) for at least a year on the contents of my purse:
  1. Wallet containing credit and debit cards, coupons, 47 cents, pictures k through 12 of all 4 children, pictures of both granddaughters, engagement picture of son and daughter-in-law, insurance cards, drivers license, PADI C-card (in case I need to go scuba diving at a moment's notice), at least 8 "store" cards - like PetSmart, Drug Fair, Macy's, etc.) prescription slips, mac receipts never given to my husband, dog's rabies vaccination tag, current dog license, dog license from deceased dog, health insurance card, cell phone cheat sheet, various receipts from clothing stores, life-time weight watcher membership from 1990, weight watcher pound counter from 1990.
  2. Pens
  3. Notepad
  4. dog treats
  5. gum
  6. nutrigrain bar
  7. breath mints
  8. cell phone
  9. cell phone charger
  10. blue tooth ear thing that I never figured out how to work
  11. makeup
  12. comb
  13. hairbrush
  14. band aids
  15. prescriptions (1 week supply for everyone in the house)
  16. tampons
  17. pads with wings (my daughter likes the ones with wings)
  18. tissues
  19. bottle opener (hey, you never know)
  20. cork screw (ditto)
  21. keys to every house I ever lived in
  22. car keys
  23. toothpicks
  24. chapstick
  25. matches
  26. mirror
  27. thing that cuts your seatbelt and breaks your window if you drive into a lake
  28. small flashlight
  29. reading glasses that I bought at the drug store for $5.00
  30. tylenol
  31. pepcid ac
  32. motrin
  33. vitamins
  34. lactaid (husband is lactose intolerant and you never know when you are going to eat cheese)
  35. business cards (mine and others of people I don't know or can't remember)
  36. Clie (pda)
  37. Old dog collar (again, you never know)
  38. Cold medicine (sniff)
  39. perfume
  40. hand cream
At least that's what is at the top of my purse. I'm a little frightened about reaching into the depths of it. I think the extra weight is from the recently added puppy biscuits. Anyway, when I put my heavy purse in the baby seat compartment of the grocery cart, to thwart any attempt by thieves with a hand cart or fork lift trying to steal my purse while I'm squeezing a melon, I hook the little baby restraint straps through the straps of my purse and click. Viola! Instant purse lock. Clever right? or maybe I should just clean out my purse - but what would we do in the event of an emergency??



BOLOGNESE SAUCE: serves 6

One stalk celery, diced
One medium spanish onion, diced
1 medium carrot, peeled and diced
2 large garlic cloves, minced
2 teaspoons olive oil
2 teaspoons unsalted butter 

This makes up your soffritto or in french, your mire pore. The basis of all stocks and sauces. Think flavor, flavor, flavor. 

1 pound ground beef
1 teaspoon flour
3 teaspoons tomato paste
1/2 cup beef stock
1/2 cup red wine
14 ounces canned (or fresh) chopped tomatoes with juices
nutmeg, salt and pepper
1 pound pasta of choice
fresh Parmesan for top.

Saute your soffrito ingredients over low heat until nice and soft. Add the garlic last to keep from burning. When the soffritto is soft and fragrant, add: 1 pound ground beef
Cook until beef is cooked through, then sprinkle flour over beef. Add the tomato paste, beef stock, wine and tomatoes and bring to simmer. Grate a good 8 gratings of nutmeg over top. Season lightly with salt and pepper. Partially cover and simmer for 1 hour - stirring every 15 minutes or so to insure sauce is not sticking to bottom of pot. 
Adjust your seasonings. 
Make your pasta.
Serve with italian bread and pass the parmesan.

Now eat, you'll need your strength in case I ask you to hold my purse. 



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