How do you feel about going grocery shopping ?
Do you consider it a dreaded chore, a pleasurable experience, or somewhere in between ?
Most weekday mornings I walk to the orange grocery store near my house, carrying my red cloth shopping bags. I follow the same housewife’s path along the Atlantic Ocean that many generations of homemakers walked before me. The orange store has stood by the ocean since 1842.
In the past, women carried armloads of dried salted cod that their husbands had caught , and exchanged them at the merchant’s store for a few basic food stuffs and home supplies. Everything was done on the barter system, no money was exchanged.
The merchant’s store has changed ! An amazing variety of foods from around the world can be bought there now. There is organic olive oil from Spain in lovely dark glass bottles. We enjoy lemons from Spain, delicious chocolate from France, and many other international treats.
No music, thankfully, is playing in the store, so I can take my time browsing , and admiring all the food that God has provided .Yesterday I noticed that a fresh shipment of pears from South Africa had arrived. The nice store also has some chairs, so I can take a break from the exciting activity of food perusing.
I don’t use a shopping cart, but when my two cloth bags start to feel a bit heavy, I stop shopping because I know that I need to carry my groceries home.
Yesterday I purchased ingredients to make cream of mushroom soup. Fall is coming, and my cooking habits change with the seasons; cooler weather requires more comfort food.
A trip to the grocery store is always a time of prayer and thanksgiving for the bounty of food that God provides, even here, at the edge of North America.
God is good. Let us rejoice and be glad.