Along with a good breakfast, one of my favourite things to do on the weekend is actually grocery shopping. I can’t be the only one who gets excited at the thought of bringing home all the food (not to mention treats!) that you feel like and seeing a full food cabinet after.
Weaving through the isles also brings back a very sweet nostalgia of when I was younger and I would follow my parents grocery shopping. I don’t know how it is with other families, but mine showed love through food and when we’re not actually seated at a table eating, we’re out buying more food.
My mum would always only stick to the essentials, calculating down to the last cent to milligram ratio which brand of soy sauce has more value, while my dad gets shelf-happy and just pulls into the cart anything and everything that tickles his fancy. Spiced peanuts, iced lemon tea cordial, hot cross buns, you name it.
I have vague memories of myself as a 5-year-old seated in the child seat and demanding for chocolate teddy biscuits or Vitagen, up till snapshots from my teens when I would tail behind them bored out of my mind but lighting up nonetheless whenever I got to pick a treat at the end of it.
These days, grocery shopping is a more arduous task because I actually have to remind myself there’s a budget we need to stick to as opposed to just taking everything you like and hoping your parents won’t realise it and just pay for it, but it will still forever be one of those things I look forward to on lazy Saturdays.