Once in a while, when the children were young, my husband would venture out, be helpful and buy some groceries. Such a sweet and welcome treat for me, saving me from my usual tedious grocery store run.
This errand of his was a favorite in the annals of our children’s memories. It didn’t matter that shopping for groceries was a task that I managed several times a week, every week, every month, and onward through the years. My version of food shopping was no treat for the children and there was no joy in my returning home with bags of groceries. All I bought was assumedly boring and healthy stuff to eat.
But when Dad went shopping it was an occasion that was memorable. His grocery bags were filled with curious boxes, jars, shapes and smells. And surprises like chocolate covered Cheerios and Honey Glazed breakfast cereals.
“When does Mom ever buy us those yummy cinnamon sugar buns for breakfast?” Says my son.
“When do we get to eat stuff in the little plastic boxes filled with fresh figs, or other weird fruits?” Adds his sister.
“How do you eat a star fruit?” Asks youngest daughter.
We have no idea how to eat it, but those star fruits are surely pretty. Dad doesn’t know what to do with them either, but he bought some for us. And those Israeli fruits; persimmons called the Sharon fruit; they are usually too hard and unripe or the other extreme, mushy and soft; neither form that is palatable. But they are unusual and Dad scoops some up to bring home to us.
Dad fills his cart with yummy, crunchy salty things like crisps and chips and all kinds of munchies. We are in heaven!
The sweet things Dad brings us are just as amazing. Those terrific round chocolate cookies with the marshmallow insides and cookie bottoms; are bliss inducing. And they’re never available in summer time because the chocolate would melt and nobody would want to buy a box of goopy, melty cookies that leave messes everywhere.
So we rejoice when Dad brings groceries home. And not until all the bags are unloaded do we wonder what’s for dinner.
Although Dad just went shopping, we discover that there is not one single thing he brought home from the grocery store that has any relation to something that could appear on a dinner plate.
But we all agree that a regular, normal dinner is not so great, as long as skipping it happens only once in a while.
We all still love it when Dad goes shopping.