Mom says: "Breakfast/Grocery Choices"

We discovered this morning that when your street is all torn up with working machines, somebody has to feed the workers. We looked out and the taco truck was in front of the house. Dad said we didn’t need to go anywhere for breakfast – that we could just go out to the street. Of course, he said, I’d have to go because he didn’t speak Spanish.

We decided to go to Fran’s instead. And then since I needed English muffins, and we were out and about, we decided that we’d go to Central Market. I did get my English muffins – and $65 of other stuff that I didn’t even know I needed till we got there.

After we got home, and were unpacking our heirloom cantaloupe, scones and clotted cream, hummus and flat bread, extra large artichokes, etc., I said to Dad, “If we went to Central Market every week,” and he finished my sentence, “We’d double our food costs.” And I told him, “Yeah, but we’d feel obligated to eat at home after we’d spent all that money, and it would be much healthier for us.” I’ll let you know how the week goes.