Supermarket Confessional

Some people are genius grocery shoppers.  I am not.  There's nothing I hate more than going to a Super Stop & Shop.  I start to hyper-ventilate and before I know it, I'm phoning a friend, a genius super-shopper, for advice: Taylor, where are the legumes?  With the precision of an air traffic controller, she calmly directs me to the exact aisle and shelf for french lentils, recommends alternatives, offers advice on fat content and prices per ounce by brand. She and KK know this is true: I literally haven't been to a supermarket more than twice in the past five years.


We have eaten, thanks to an excellent right-hand woman, Maria D., who, among other things, has been stocking our cabinets for over 6 years.  Maria shakes her head sadly when I mention my food shopping anxieties in my new city of Madrid. She knows I'm out of my league.

Now I'm in Spain, without Maria and Taylor.  I'm advised to shop on-line.  See the screen I'm presented with above?  I'm not sure I could navigate that screen in English, but in Spanish it's a total wash.  We're eating out alot...