I admit it. I’m a grocery shopping
After decades of feeding family and friends, several temporary live-ins, and many welcome (but often) unexpected guests, I can assure you that I am an expert grocery shopper.
I’ve planned more meals than I can count, written thousands of lists, and taken zillions of trips to the store. Since I lean more toward
OCD utilitarian work than decorative, I never make one of anything I cook. The pots are bigger, but it’s really not any harder to make two, three, or (dare I tell you), six times the recipe. This insanity method gives me the liberty to compassionately offer hospitality spontaneously and provide emergency meals generously.
Like any good WORK, it’s easy to slip into feeling good about the work instead of experiencing the pleasure of
Who It Is I Serve.
It is at the grocery store that my compassion quickly morphed into competition.