Relative Something

I don’t know how many of you are aware of this, but I am not inclined to venture very far from the most rudimentary of food preparation in a kitchen. Well, food preparation anywhere, truth be told. As a result, I don’t have much of a drive to spend time in a grocery store. However, there are times when it is wise that I be prepared to join my wife, who does spend a large percentage of her precious time in food preparation, on her expeditions to a grocery store, even when it occurs on a beautiful evening… beautiful for doing pretty much anything, except shopping for groceries.

It can be quite a struggle for me. More often than not, I feel as though I become more of a burden, than an assistant to her. Without actually focusing on the significant difference in how we do things, it is more my grappling with the decision process that seems to snarl the event. And I have what I feel is a very valid excuse: there are too many options.

I get overwhelmed with the number of possibilities in a grocery store. Is there someone out there for every variety of item that is displayed on the shelves or is most of that stuff just for show? It becomes sensory overload for me, and my already challenged process of deciding gets taxed to a point of just plain stuck. Suddenly, it doesn’t matter.

“Take that one.”

“I don’t care.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t know.”

Lotta help I am.

Luckily, I am not a very picky eater. She can pretty much make anything she wants and it’ll suit me fine. But I understand her desire for a companion in the effort. Instead, she ends up with more of a cheerleader.

“Great choice, hon!”

“This tastes delicious!”

“I love this food you’ve prepared!”

“Thank you for doing the grocery shopping.”

Thank you, Cyndie.