Running a household is not an easy job. Yes, there’s lots of stuff to do (cleaning,
laundry, organizing, pickups, drop offs, making appointments, having play
dates, meal planning, cooking, grocery shopping), but it’s a whole lot harder
when I attach research and emotion to these tasks.
I know. I can hear you pondering: how and why is she
attaching research and emotion to the most mundane tasks when she could be
focusing more time on catching up with Watch What Happens Live on Bravo. (Oh, wait.
That’s me again).
Although I won’t get into each task (maybe it’s time to go
back to therapy), I am going to focus specifically on meal planning and grocery
shopping. These are totally emotionally
charged tasks for me.
I feel this pressure to make sure My Babes are getting the
best food that we can afford. Here’s a
sample monologue that goes on in my head while I am figuring out what to eat:
Are they getting enough greens? How
about yellows and oranges? Oh, wait; we
can’t have pasta three nights in a row so let’s try quinoa. They don’t like quinoa. How can I jazz up brown rice? And maybe let’s give kale another try. Because I like to torture everyone in my
family with health food. It’s so
rewarding to spend all this time meal planning only for everyone to hold out
for a bedtime snack.
Seriously, I was a much happier person when I didn’t know
about quinoa or kale. I do believe I
would be a much happier person if hot dogs were healthy.
When I get to the actual grocery store, I feel like am
walking around trying to avoid traps with hidden high fructose corn syrup while
trying to find solace with products made with whole wheat flour (not enriched
wheat flour because that’s what the evil processed foods are made of). I feel like I am doing a good thing by
incorporating more beans into our diet only to find out that the cans are lined
with BPA.
*sigh*
However this issue that causes the most emotional stress is
buying organic or buying produce from the US.
Case in point: I was buying salad greens (the real green color, not my
former favorite iceberg lettuce). I
could buy the organic from a neighboring country or the nonorganic from the
US. Or how about the organic frozen
broccoli from China that you can get at Costco versus the nonorganic frozen
broccoli from Mexico at Kroger? And on a
related note: how is it that I am forced to buy cucumbers and peppers from
Mexico? There is not one greenhouse in
all of the United States that does not produce these two totally non-exotic
vegetables?
And I’m afraid if I make the wrong choice, I can poison my
family with either pesticides or E. coli.
(I still get all twitchy remembering the two different summers when
tomatoes and spinach were tainted with E. coli).
So what do you think?
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