groceries

I used to like doing groceries but now it has become something I do when I no longer can avoid going to the shops. This is usually at the point where I ran out of coffee and milk which then happens days after everything else has disappeared from the fridge.

Today, after school I stopped at my daily monoprix. It is a small version of the big supermarket and stays open till midnight. There was an older gentleman standing behind me on the line and he wanted to know why a young girl like me does shopping for one person. Before I managed to comment something nasty, he added that this was evident, because 1. I would not be at the shop after ten at night, if there was someone else who could occasionally do the shopping and 2. I wasn’t buying any proper food and thus there can’t be a man in my house. I turned red, mumbled something incomprehensible and looked down into my basket. And realised he was telling the truth.

Cooking for one person is possibly even worse than shopping for one person and thus I hardly ever do it. I try to eat at school or at work and when this is not possible I tend to live on porridge, fruit and yoghurt. I think during the past months the most complicated thing I have made for myself is a toasted sandwich. I don’t even have a freezer so I can’t make a big portion and save the rest for later. So the end result is that I just don’t cook.

Not only do I not make proper meals but I also eat them in front of my computer. I have a proper table as well, in my kitchen/dining room/library/hall i.e. in the other part of my flat, but that only get used when I have visitors. The idea of sitting alone on the other side and staring into the wall while eating is just too depressing. I don’t have a tv and more often than not my bed stays in its night state and doesn’t return into a sofa, so that is out as well. Hence I am left with my entertainment centre – my laptop.

…it is a good thing that I will never get bored with porridge…