So monetary and caloric restrictions being what they currently are in my life, I have basically sworn off eating out/fast-food/take-out/etc. However, sometime recently, after discovering that sushi existed and was super-yummy, I developed a new vice: grocery store-brand sushi.
Listen, this stuff is waaaaay better than it sounds, trust me. Here’s the thing–going out to a real sushi restaurant isn’t happening. Chalk it up to the aforementioned financial woes or the fact, that no, I don’t really feel like chasing two kids hysterically waving chopsticks around the dainty Japanese tables, but cute little sushi bars are not in the cards for me.
One day I was slamming the cart around the grocery store and it caught my eye–a full gorgeous sushi roll for only $5.69?? Mmmhh…when you weigh out the cost and calories of a value meal through a drive-through, this was looking good. Sure, a little scary that it had the “Giant” sticker on it–pretty sure they aren’t hiding world-class sushi chefs behind the deli counter. I threw it in the cart, dove in when I got home, and fell in love.
This has become a delectable ritual for me, though sometimes I do feel guilty about spending money on this indulgence (however cheap it is). Most (but not all–yet, anyway ;)) grocery store runs involve snagging some sushi as treat for myself after I unload all the groceries at home. Imagine my winter of discontent when the other week I was so stupidly eager to chow down on my sushi pack and then couldn’t find it. It appeared days later, completely rotten, in a bag of apples I had stashed in our pantry…yuck, I know.
|Trying to block out the sad demise of this spoiled sushi roll…
(yes, most definitely got garbage juice on my arm when taking this pic,
as it did not occur to me take it until after I had thrown the sushi in the trash)
But yesterday, the sushi was easily located upon getting home and I felt no guilt whatsoever snatching it up dining away during the kids’ naptime. Here’s why: it was the grocery store trip from hell. This is not an exaggeration. I will spare you all of the gory details, but in short, I have no idea how I’m supposed to fit all the groceries and both children in the cart. I refuse to try to navigate those Cozy Coupe car-cart beasts through the store. I get tired of the old ladies glaring at me every time I accidentally nip their cart, which they have conveniently leave out in the middle of the aisle.
In any case, due to the shortage of cart space, toward the end of the trip, I usually end up piling stuff on my son. This leads him to start dramatically screaming, “Mommy hurt me!” at the top of his lungs in the middle of the store. This leads all my fellow shoppers to glare at me, which makes me want to cry. My daughter starts feeding off of this and does start to cry. She starts trying to crawl out of the front seat (b/c what, 1 in every 100 carts at Giant actually have a working seatbelt latch?). This means I have to hold her, balance the diaper bag on my wrist (super-comfy) and then, with one arm, figure out how to unload and then reload my groceries at the register, find my credit card to pay, and primarily dream of having ear plugs to shut out the impassioned screeching of my son.
|What I picture instead when I dine on my grocery store sushi…|
So yeah, I enjoyed my sushi yesterday. Considering it a well earned pay-out 😉