We split grocery shopping duties. Sometimes I go, sometimes he goes.
About a month ago, he went grocery shopping and came home with 20 bags of predominantly highly processed, high fructose corn syrup substances gussied up to resemble food. A lot of it was econo-size — Jake is incapable of passing up econo-size — which meant we ended up eating large spoonfuls of chemicals and preservatives for months.
As I unloaded the bags, I felt myself becoming testy.
“Seriously, Jake?” I ask, holding up a package. “‘Waffle nuggets?’ What the heck is a waffle nugget?”