Conundrum

I am facing quite the conundrum.

I like to eat. A lot. In fact, it’s actually a running joke in my family; regardless of what it is, if you put it in front of me, I’ll more than likely eat it. (Except olives. Olives are disgusting, abominable little things that taint the taste of everything they come in contact with.)

That’s not to say I eat poorly. I’m actually a really healthy eater and some of my friends on the East coast fear that I’ve “gone hippy” with all of the chia seeds, flaxseed, almond butter, and free-range eggs that I consume. However, my love of food has thrown me quite the curveball. I hate the grocery store.

It’s true, I really do. Grocery shopping is the biggest pain in the ass as far as I’m concerned. I always forget something I needed, and since I’m not a great cook, I never know what the heck to buy. Sometimes, if I’m feeling really creative, I’ll buy all this new stuff with plans to take it home and learn how to cook something new. More often than not, the purple cauliflower (or whatever bizarre vegetable I decided was a necessity) ends up in the back of my fridge growing mold. (Was that too graphic?!) Unfortunately for me, what this means is that I am willing to really stretch out the time in between grocery shopping trips. In fact, I’ve discovered that there is really only two items that will force me to the store. The first is Tally’s dog food.

Luckily for me, this is at PetCo which is a lot more fun than King Soopers.

The real clincher that I’ve discovered? This item is the bane of my existence:

I made a sad, sad realization tonight. If I’m out of creamer—which means no coffee for me in the morning–I will hightail it as fast as humanly possible to the grocery store. I will not pass go, will not collect $200….I’m headed to the store. How utterly tragic is it that coffee creamer dictates my grocery shopping schedule? How embarrassing.