I do, honestly.
In Wales, you’re charged 5p for a flimsy slice of super-thin polythene (could be white or red/blue stripes), guaranteed to spill your groceries/loo-roll/hi-juice or worse onto any pavement right outside the supermarket.
And not in a good rom-com kinda way, avocados and mangoes (of course) rolling artfully towards a hunky-chunky-monkey of a man, just ready to pick up your tumbling food and a lot more besides. Whay hey.
So I am a bag lady. ‘Wanna bag?’ is met with a smug , ‘Tch, brought my own, fumble, fumble, dontcha know.’ Carefully selected from the Orla Kiely range at Tesco and independent book-stalls in New York. Natch.
Anyway, I am armed and prepared for Serious Supermarket Shopping to subsidise my meagre Ocado order. I can’t resist a sneeky peek at the sensational offers I’m missing out on
Sad salads, miserable mince, tacky tacos and cheap cereals. Two for one on coffee. Buy one get one free on curry sauce. Eww. Snagging the last of the asparagus bundles, I head to the check-out.
And here is where the fun starts. My hands refuse to play ball. The check-out-meister whizzes through my shopping with obscene speed. Everything is flying everywhere. ‘Having a nice weekend?’ he asks, smirking, flinging my solitary can of beans westward, way beyond my reach.
I have long given up asking The Teenager to accompany me. Apparently he would rather wear a skirt to school than walk next to me, trolley trundling behind. When the price is barked at me, I take a step back, fumble with cash/card and finish packing. Picking up my cucumber from the floor as gracefully as I can.
This is why I shop on the internet. I have a succession of lovely men knocking my door, holding out parcels. Heaven. All I have to do is laugh off the jokes that my name is spookily similar to an American singer/actress. Never heard that one before, lol. Lol.
On a happier note, I have just cooked a rather marvelous chicken meal for Sunday dinner. The Teenager responded by telling me he would prefer to starve. A likely story. Apparently he would rather have a pie. Which we have had forever until he asked for a cooked chicken Sunday dinner.
It’s me. Isn’t it?
Check this out, we love ours.
http://www.reuseit.com/totes-and-market-baskets/reisenthel-reisenthel-easybags.htm
Wondering why teenager gets a choice….
Loving those bags!!! Straight from trolley to boot 🙂
Believe me, The Teenager didn’t get a choice yesterday! I had the chicken (lovely) and he sulked. Long story short, back in the bad old MS days, it was easy just to chuck a couple of pies and some new pots in the oven. Job done. When I was feeling better, he asked for a roast chicken meal on a Sunday ‘Like all his friends have’. So I thought, ok.
Back to the pies….
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we have all kind of reusable bags but always forget to bring them shopping :p
chicken pie maybe?? :p
An excellent idea!! I could even make my own :-). If I was feeling adventurous. Maybe not. Ready made!
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I just bought a slow cooker (half price at Argos at the mo). I threw in some chicken and coconut milk, a few spices and veg and switched it on. 7 hrs later a nice curry. I like it. But still had to cook the kids a dinner as they don’t like curry!
I have some other recipes to try that I think they will like but the good thing about it is that you can put the dinner on in the morning when you are feeling ok, and not have to cook at the end of the day when you don’t.
I can’t expect the kids to like everything I like, but I am hoping I can find some recipes to suit us all.
Re the bags, I buy the supermarkets strong re-usable ones, you can get a lot in them and they last a long time.
I really like that idea! Never thought about getting a slow cooker before. I have bags of energy in the morning (for around an hour, before I look at the clock and wonder if it’s too early for a nap). I whizz round doing as much as possible, as I know that later on, it’s a struggle to even load the washing machine.
I will be looking in to that, thank you!
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I feel like a much better parent in the school hols ( which I get off ) when I have time and bit more energy to attempt a well cooked meal ! My children, however , would be quite content to exist on noodles and cucumber sandwiches and feel hard done by when I feel up to some cooking !
I have the same problem!! Honestly, you’d think I was a bad mum to cook lovely food from scratch. According to him, all the normal mums buy shedloads of frozen foods. I made a lovely curry yesterday, using chopped tomatoes as the base. He ate a forkful and asked why I hadn’t used a ready-made sauce. Sheez.
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I have drawers full of reusable bags. How many times am I out and realise I forgot to bring one again. Can’t bring myself to get the flimsy plastic ones, always end up buying. ANOTHER Jute one. My reasoning being it’ll get used at some point. Think I should start selling them back to the supermarkets.
I know what you mean. Mind you, they make lovely gift bags for presents! I have tonnes in the house, especially a whole load from that Orla Kiely range. Sorted!
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