My husband and I occasionally grocery shop together now. I used to think that was something only dorky newlyweds did, but that premise was a trick by my husband to get out of helping me shovel two carts of groceries into our house every week. Back when our kids were young, if he were to get entrenched in grocery shopping, we would have invested in a fork lift and just put the pallets from Sam’s Club right into our garage.
For the most part, grocery shopping was my job and I did it without complaint for many years. But now he sometimes comes along and helps by getting the wine while I start in the Meat and Expensive Cheese sections. Then he picks up hummus and pita chips while I do Aisles 2-9. He’s back to the wine aisle because “it’ll keep.” Who are we kidding? It won’t make it to Thursday. And then we meet up in Canned Goods and Processed Formerly Living Things, and move on to Produce, where I complain about how hard it is to get through the aisles and how the overpriced Organic Produce is deceivingly mixed in with the regular priced stuff. And my husband stands by the bagged lettuce and goes on Facebook and texts me “Are u almost done.”
A couple weeks ago, he took a picture of a can of Spam and it got me to thinking about how weird it is that Spam is even still sold. Why are people still eating the food that was invented to feed soldiers in the Napoleonic Wars and scare little girls at church camp with foreshadowing of all that sucks about being an adult?
I got to thinking about all this food from the 1960s that I grew up with. What happened to all of it? So I decided to re-create some of the foods my mom made us when I was growing up in the ’60s. [Read more…] about There’s No Place for a Sardine Sandwich in 2015