One of the Many Local Citrus Trees
Packing up the car for a trip is always my husband’s job. I gather; he packs. I grimace; he grimaces more. With all our loco local grocery shopping, tomorrow may even result in some gnashing of teeth.
We leave with way more than we brought…
There are the 20 pounds of fresh shrimp, last Saturday’s catch from the Gulf; aren’t we lucky the “Shrimp Man’s” call on my friend Wynona’s parents coincided with our visit?
Then there are the 20 pounds of fresh grapefruit from “the valley” that Randall’s grocery store was selling for 20 cents a pound; one of Don’s co-workers just happened to advertise the special at Monday night’s business dinner.
And if our Gulf Coast grocery luck holds, we will also have 20 pounds of freshly made tortillas; our plan is to stop at Central Market tomorrow morning on our way home.
Buying 60 pounds of local groceries to carry with us 500 miles north is probably not in the spirit of buying local. But sometimes it’s so worth stretching the boundaries of trunks and slogans.
an everyday life 
I’d agree.
I’ve just been on a quest to find and buy spices that are sensible prices and did so in the asian supermarket near the fish docks. I got more cinnamon than you can shake a stick at, and all for less than you pay for 2 sticks of it elsewhere. Plus cloves, and cumin and coriander, and ginger and star anise and bay leaves, cassia bark, popping corn and some paprika, all for less than £9. I had a huge carrier bag full!
then I missed the bus because someone stopped me to ask for directions!
Viv,
Sounds like you came back with a lot of treasure from the far East.
Strange that your story should remind me of the Wise Men and their adventure 2000 years ago, as they carried treasures of spices to the young Jesus. Of course, it was the wise men who stopped (rather than were stopped) to ask for directions.
Hope your wait for the next bus was short.
Janell