I'm not talking burgers and fried chicken, ya'll. I'm not even talking about the southern classic biscuits and gravy (an idea, btw, that Brits find abhorrent as "biscuits" are cookies and the only gravy they use is brown gravy).
I'm just talking about all the normal stuff you cook with every single day. Chicken. Bread. Canned goods. Milk. Pasta. Cheese. Eggs. Fresh fruits and vegetables.
The good news is I can get all this stuff and more in British stores. (My oh my, I cannot begin to describe how much I love Waitrose!) With minimal effort (not English-German dictionary required!) I can get everything I need.
The bad news is that it all costs a little more than it would in the States. And the REALLY bad new is that several of the convenience foods we (especially my children) adore cannot be found. Whole wheat Eggo waffles. Maple syrup. Amy's cheese enchiladas. Jif smooth natural peanut butter. Corn chips. Hot enchilada sauce. Taco seasoning packets. (Really anything spicy of the Tex-Mex variety.)
Fortunately for us, we have the option of shopping at an American commissary. And, perk of all perks, the commissary has one of those CAR CARTS.
Ella and Kate thought this impossible-to-steer monstrosity was the coolest thing they had ever seen. They had never ridden in one (deprived children!) until yesterday. It was a big moment in their lives.
I thought this picture was cute...until I realized that it is patently visible that the back of the cart was positively FILLED with crappy food: Tostito's, Totino's pizza, corn dogs, Reese's cups, Dove chocolate, Land-O-Lakes hot cocoa mix, etc.
First of all, I see a definite CHOCOLATE theme emerging. Secondly, I have NEVER IN MY LIFE purchased Totino's pizza or corn dogs (CORN DOGS!) for my children. What on earth made me think that was a good idea?! Last but not least, NO WONDER the American people struggle with obesity.
Now that I have photo confirmation of what shopping for AMERICAN FOOD makes me do, I think it's probably a really good thing that the nearest commissary is over an hour away. :)
I'm just talking about all the normal stuff you cook with every single day. Chicken. Bread. Canned goods. Milk. Pasta. Cheese. Eggs. Fresh fruits and vegetables.
The good news is I can get all this stuff and more in British stores. (My oh my, I cannot begin to describe how much I love Waitrose!) With minimal effort (not English-German dictionary required!) I can get everything I need.
The bad news is that it all costs a little more than it would in the States. And the REALLY bad new is that several of the convenience foods we (especially my children) adore cannot be found. Whole wheat Eggo waffles. Maple syrup. Amy's cheese enchiladas. Jif smooth natural peanut butter. Corn chips. Hot enchilada sauce. Taco seasoning packets. (Really anything spicy of the Tex-Mex variety.)
Fortunately for us, we have the option of shopping at an American commissary. And, perk of all perks, the commissary has one of those CAR CARTS.
Ella and Kate thought this impossible-to-steer monstrosity was the coolest thing they had ever seen. They had never ridden in one (deprived children!) until yesterday. It was a big moment in their lives.
I thought this picture was cute...until I realized that it is patently visible that the back of the cart was positively FILLED with crappy food: Tostito's, Totino's pizza, corn dogs, Reese's cups, Dove chocolate, Land-O-Lakes hot cocoa mix, etc.
First of all, I see a definite CHOCOLATE theme emerging. Secondly, I have NEVER IN MY LIFE purchased Totino's pizza or corn dogs (CORN DOGS!) for my children. What on earth made me think that was a good idea?! Last but not least, NO WONDER the American people struggle with obesity.
Now that I have photo confirmation of what shopping for AMERICAN FOOD makes me do, I think it's probably a really good thing that the nearest commissary is over an hour away. :)
Jif natural peanut butter- yum. :) The commissary is a weird, weird place where you buy things you never would when fully sane- I know. Also, I HATE those carts. C&T have been banned from ever sitting in one again because 2 minutes into the shopping they inevitably fight and/or want to walk... which means I push the impossible monster with J perched on top and STILL have the joy of keeping tabs on 2 busy 'helpers.' No more.
ReplyDeleteLove this. Those car carts are a pain in the arse.
ReplyDeleteI have to say my kids used to beg for those carts. Not only are they monstrosities but they end up being all up in each other's business and argue half the time. You haven't missed much. They no longer ride in them thank God. Fortunately Jaden loves to help me by pushing and filling his own kids' sized cart. Phew. Crisis averted.
ReplyDeleteEver have Smuckers all natural pb? The kids love it and it doesn't have sugar like Jif.