My man in aisle eight

I just received my sixth or seventh call from David who is buying groceries in our local supermarket which is the size of several football fields (no kidding). David knew his way around the old store which dated from WWII, but the county worked with the folks who own the square up the block, and they created a “state-of-the-art” shopping experience. 

Where once there were 3 grocery stores, the Adams Square now has one.  And, the new one has a six-story condominium building hovering above it and our neighborhood. The folks who live in the condo building are mostly staffers who work on Capitol Hill. A bus runs from the building directly to the Pentagon and downtown across the 14th Street bridge following the route established by trolley cars in the nineteenth century.

English: The Pentagon, looking northeast with ...
The Pentagon, looking northeast with the Potomac River and Washington Monument in the distance  (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Arlington County, neighboring Washington DC and the city of Alexandria are in the process of installing a new tram system which will run on the major pikes (roads) which connect the three jurisdictions bringing hundreds of shoppers to our new store, hence its size and complexity.  


I was outside by 5:00 AM watering my plants this morning and had our coffee made, the birds fed, and the dogs released by 6:30.  I have finally accepted I cannot sleep more than 5-6 hours per night.  Thus, when I wake up, I get up, and David is not far behind.  As a result, David and I have been able to walk every morning which we did before he left for the store. 

We get out early because we must with heat advisories issued daily now that summer is officially here.  The good news is that we are both getting stronger and the dogs are getting some early morning exercise.  With their fur and hair coats, they cannot take the warmer hours of the day, or even early morning for that matter.  They come home and flop by the air vent and cool off. So do I.

Now I am waiting for David to bring home the groceries so I can start our evening meal…Slow Cooker Chicken Tikka Masala. I got the recipe from the Weight Watchers site.  Call number 1 from David was about the meat department not being open.  “Is it okay if I bring home Perdue?” he says.  He reads the label and tells me Perdue now has cage, antibiotic and pesticide free, happy chickens so I tell him yes.  Our chicken meat comes from Delaware the largest poultry producing place on the planet.  Now that Purdue is treating their employees and their chickens better, we are okay with buying chicken meat from them.  Purdue’s improved ways are the result of contientious consumers voting with their pocketbooks. 

English: Chicken tikka masala from Italy, serv...
English: Chicken tikka masala served with boiled potatoes (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Calls number 2-7 concerned various ingredients for the Chicken Tikka Marsala.  The new supermarket carries its own line of organic locally produced products, so I feel comfortable buying fresh produce from them, although in summer months I shop the Farmer’s Market.  We have shopped at organic markets for years, and I grew produce for a long time.  Now days, he shops closer to home and I fill the yard with grass and pots of flowers.   


8 thoughts on “My man in aisle eight

  1. Huge supermarkets are a pain, but they are necessary too, since all the little shops have disappeared. Sometimes I wish we could turn the clock back and go to the High Street and to the grocer, the baker, the butcher, etc. Can’t make up my mind, getting old means getting dithery and undecided. I don’t like shopping at the best of times. When I was small, life was so much simpler. Or am I perhaps only imagining that?

    I’m not very coherent today, am I?


  2. Mmmmm…. this looks mighty delicious, Dianne. I’m sorry you guys are all suffering from the heat. I got a call from my granddaughter today and she said it was too too hot. They’ve had 90+ degree weather for several days. She’s spending a lot of time in the sprinkler.


  3. WOW! That’s some store. They must have every conceivable kind of food known to humankind. Do they deliver? That’s what I plan for should the day come when I’m unable to leave the house to do my own shopping. I want stores and businesses around close by to easily serve my every need. How else will I be able to spend my final years living in place at home?

    I’d just as soon get in and out as quickly as possible so don’t much appreciate monster stores and big box stores. They’re fine for families but mine have flown the coup. Malls have ceased to attract me and I would prefer small specialty stores, but so many have been put out of business just as have been the high quality product many of them produced. Another place….another time…..wonder what another twenty-five or fifty years will be like! Guess with our population rapidly increasing we have to accommodate all the people in many ways.


  4. haha! Can’t tell you how much I enjoyed this post, because it sure resonated with me. In fact, I told hubby that blogger Dianne has a husband named David too and he does all the grocery shopping just like you. She got 7 calls from him in the store asking about the ingredients. That’s exactly what my David does! Must be the name!


    • You can probably tell I was a bit distracted while writing this post. David interrupted my thought process about every five minutes. Sometimes I think his buying a cell phone was a mistake. He says I am the only person he calls. He likes to grocery shop. I told him I would do it if he cooked. He’s not interested in that. He likes going to the store and seeing his pals in the various departments.


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