My husband is very smart, very nice and very talented in many things. Let’s put everything in front. If I talk about the general shopping behavior of the person I trust, I can quickly doubt all of these attributes, and of course I don't want that. But when my husband comes from shopping and spreads his treasures on the dining table, it is amusing for some, a mystery for others, and for me personally it is always a moment in which I wonder who this man in my house actually is and why for God's sake he has a key to my apartment.
Today there are smoothies with kale and salmon
The worst scenario is shopping without a shopping list. As soon as my husband enters a supermarket, he first gives his logical thinking, his memory of everything that has happened and the knowledge of our account balance to the information. What is left for him then? The pleasure principle. He rolls whistling through the shelves and, like a five-year-old, puts everything in the car that smiles at him. Of course, there is no concept and it can happen that after his shopping pleasure we have seven different cold cuts in the house, but unfortunately not a single slice of bread. It's not his fault! The bread didn't smile and I could have told him that we need bread. One cannot know with three children who need two slices of bread in their break box every morning. Overall, my husband simply hides the taste of our offspring and any eating convention. What do you need potatoes or such frills for when you can just eat kale with salmon and smoothies? How, don't the kids like that? How should he know? I am now at a loss.
Even worse: the shopping list
Did I say the worst scenario is shopping without a list? Not really true. With list it gets worse. This is because there is at least hope for a reasonably normal refrigerator content. And hope is a guarantor for disappointments as far as this topic is concerned. A certain regularity in the faux pas can also be seen with the shopping list.
The classics
1. The fat content
"How, whole milk has 3.8 percent fat? You can't taste the fact that there are only 0.1 percent in it!"
2. Hops, the meat cost 32 euros
"You wrote that I should buy steak … and the No 1 Dry Aged from Southeast Argentina looked so good."
3. No idea what that is supposed to be. And what I don't know, I don't buy.
"Huh, what the hell is a roast tube? I didn't know. Didn't even know where it was."
4. I didn't know what we needed it for
"Oh, I thought that was a mistake on the list. Why do we need two packets of mozzarella? I hate mozzarella."
The solution of the problem? Learning by burning
I have now started to give him more responsibility for food. He is now responsible for the children's bread boxes and with any complaint about the content, I immediately send the children to their father. If he plans kale with salmon and smoothies in the evening, I spend the same evening in the gym or at a particularly important meeting with friends (the champagne has to go. Not that it gets bad). Then he can deal with frustrated, hungry little people. Why should I? He can also think about how to make a pizza without cheese and only he gets the milk without fat in the coffee, while I pop my good country love in the latte macchiato. MMMMhhhhh! Honestly, things have gotten a little better. But it will never be that perfect. That's because he just has no talent for shopping, I say. Or the fact that he is called to higher things and that mozzarella shouldn't have any reason to exist anyway. He says.