As I’ve previously posted, one of my housemates started buying gluten-free a few months back so that she can share her food with me. My other housemate is on-again, off-again gluten free, so from the start we just started sharing food since it made more sense. And because we were sharing meals, we would go grocery shopping together.
Well, our schedules got out of sync over the last few weeks and (unbeknownst to the other) we both ended up grocery shopping at the same time at two separate grocery stores. When Lyd got back and started unpacking, the conversation went something like this:
“I got chicken nuggets!”
“Great! Me too!”
“And a gluten free pizza!”
“Me too!” (I swear we eat more than chicken nuggets and pizza but somehow those two things are always in our house.)
“And breakfast bars!”
“Oh, you went with the oatmeal ones? I went the fig bar ones. Nice.”
“And gluten-free crackers!”
“Me too! And I got goat cheese.”
“Oh, I didn’t get goat cheese. But I did buy your favorite dip!”
* gasp * “I didn’t get my favorite dip but I thought about it!”
“And we have chips.”
“I just threw away the last bag of chips we bought that went stale. Meanwhile, I also bought another bag of lettuce for us to pretend we’re going to eat.”
“Yeah, I don’t eat salad. Not going to happen.”
“Be proud of me, I didn’t buy tea!” (My housemates erroneously claim I have too much tea.)
“Ah! But I did! Because we didn’t have cinnamon tea!”
Slowly, slowly I am just going to have my housemates buying all my groceries.