There are things you do because they feel right & they may make no sense & they may make no money & it may be the real reason we are here: to love each other & to eat each other’s cooking & say it was good.
I just increased my grocery budget by $50 dollars. To $650 a month.
I took all of your advice to heart, each and every word. I checked out some coupon web sites and I will for sure be making a meal plan every two weeks and posting it on my refrigerator. We shop at the cheapest grocery store in town and we don’t eat a lot of processed food. I’m going to make my own Lara bars. We always eat the leftovers. We go to the farmer’s market, and we don’t buy the fancy brands most of the time and we almost never eat out and when we do we go to Wendy’s.
but. But. Cooking is one of my great life loves. It always has been and always will be, and it is as much a part of me as my brown hair and my tin ear. I can’t dance or carry a tune, I have a terrible sense of direction and to be honest I’m not great at telling time. I have a hard time remembering my left from my right.
But I am a great cook, and I love food. I love to read about food and talk about food and look at pictures of food. I love to figure out what to serve with what and I love sauces and desserts and garnishes and almost every part of the pig. Food fascinates me, the swirl and the splash and the smell, the history and the culture and the worlds all caught up in something as simple as a family meal. It’s simple. For me, dinner is like falling in love, five nights a week.
I’m not going to be able to feed my family on $60 a week. I’m just not. I am so proud of anyone who can, but I am not going to stop buying overpriced ingredients and I am going to continue to experiment with fancy dinners and overpriced cuts of meat and it will always be something that really matters to me – trying to feed as much delicious food to as many friends as I can fit in my dining room. And I’m ok with that. I don’t think you can put a price on that. When I think of happiness, I think of a hot kitchen and a full glass of wine and a big hungry family and a menu as long as your arm, on a day when all of the picky eaters decide to keep their mouths shut and just give the polenta a chance.
And so I think we’ll always spend more on food than the average family. It’s a part of who I am and a part of what I love. And that is a trade off I can live with. I will never own a $2000 dollar bike or an eighty inch television or a $350 phone, and I will always be a fan of saving $2 dollars on a jar of peanut butter, and I for certain wish food was cheaper. But I will probably also have saffron in my pantry and truffle butter in the fridge, and that’s cool. I like it like that. That’s one of the real reasons I am here, to cook for you. And to hear you say it was good.
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