A central component to my new healthy-eating-at-home plan is a big monthly shopping excursion to Whole Foods. On Sunday night, I made a shopping list of frozen and nonperishable items I needed to stock my pantry for a month of our favorite meals.
It sounded so simple, and yet my whole shopping day was almost derailed before I even got out of my pajamas. Staring at the familiar (and somehow, all wrong, wrong, wrong) clothing in my closet, I stood paralyzed by indecision. What was I going to wear to Whole Foods? All of my regular casual clothes smacked of middle-class capitalistic comsumerism. Jeans from the Gap! T-shirts from Target! 0% post-consumer product, all produced from unsustainably farmed cotton and manufactured by children in some sweatshop overseas. Why don’t I have cooler clothes? Why don’t I own even one puffy vest or North Face fleece?
The only way to make it worse would be to dress up in my cute clothes and look like one of those yuppie soccer moms who cares nothing about the earth but is just jumping on the green bandwagon.
In the end, I chose my most boring shirt and jeans, hoping that no one would pay attention to my outfit except to notice my Toms shoes, the only authentic item of granola-wear that I own.
Armed with my reusable shopping bags and my mom (an invaluable assistant baby-wrangler as I acquainted myself with a new store), I set off to Austin.
Overall, I’d give myself a B- for my first trip. I managed to find everything on my list, I helped myself from the bins of pay-by-the-pound dry goods, and I ground my own peanut butter without exposing myself as a green green-shopper. On the other hand, I forget to buy chicken, which was a pretty major oversight. And the wheat flour I chose was a weird grainy texture that made my bread taste weird. So I still have some learning to do.
This is my practice month, and I’m writing down the things I need to remember for next month’s excursion. Number one, don’t forget to buy chicken. Number two, be much cooler by January. Hmmm.