(un)domesticated goddess-ish is about the life of a 20 something single city girl gone *gulp* soon-to-be-wed mountain step-mom.
The New Yorkers solution to grocery shopping? Seamless. Then, at some point you realize you're spending $40 a night on Chinese food at a place that gives you two packets of silverware and fortune cookies (because what, it's impossible that's all for me?), convincing yourself it'll work for lunch tomorrow. Hate to break it to you, but leftover Pad Thai doesn't exist.
In time, you'll come to the harsh reality that living off delivery isn't good for your wallet or your figure and reluctantly Google "markets near me". Yes, it costs more than the Chicken with Broccoli and Miso Soup combo, but you're buying a weeks worth of food AND getting a chance to put that 2x2' "adult" prep table your mom gifted you to use.
What does grocery shopping as a 20 something junior-level employee look like, you ask? Like you're prepping for North Korea to finally drop their Nuke: lots of canned foods and 1-step meals. Then force fit it into three bags - four max - to avoid spending MORE of your precious check on a cab.
My purchase habits *never* wavered: Greek yogurt, granola, almond butter, ice cream, lettuce and some veggies. I'd splurge on a pre-roasted chicken and cheese when I got my mid-month check.
And now? Now I have a full-size truck and a Whole Foods within a half mile radius in every direction. I feel like I'm high on local organic perishables.
But I had no REAL experience making grocery lists; when I ran out of toilet paper I'd shake dry THEN run to Duane Reade. And couponing was a Lifetime guilty pleasure, not a real life budget exercise. Was I expected to operate a cart like a car? Keep right while in motion and move out of the way for oncoming traffic? As an adult, is it deemed inappropriate to push the cart like a skateboard then ride it?
Apparently I'm supposed to know the proverbial rules of the grocery store road otherwise I'm officially on my fellow shoppers shit lists. And I NEED these people on my side. God forbid I'm in a rush to get home in time for a new episode of Fixer Upper, have 12 items and the 10 items or fewer lane is empty. I want to be invited to that lane, god damnit.
Oh and if you don't bring your own BAGS....might as well turn right around. Suffice to say I'm already off on the wrong foot and it's only month two.