Thursday, April 17, 2014
I am currently scheming as how to never have to grocery shop. Once a quarter at best.
If all goes well, we'll have fresh produce and dairy delivered to the front door. We'll have fresh eggs in a few months just outside the kitchen door, thanks to Moe, Maxene, Munk and Mabel. And I'm hoping we'll buy half a cow and freeze it. With that, all we need to buy is dried goods and we could stock up on those quarterly at Costco. Oh yeah, we have a Costco card. Our "other, married half" put us on their membership. We're basically adults.
Goodbye 5am and 9pm shopping trips. Hello fresh, local food and laziness.
I imagine in this wonderful dream world, I sometimes get up on a Saturday and stroll through the local farmers market for some delicious vegetables, raised with love by the community garden down the street. But no more lines, no more florescent lights and 90's hit music at ungodly hours.
So far... my plan is not going as well as I intended. Smith Brothers delivers to "almost all of the Western Washington" - almost, means not Ballard, Fremont, Wallingford, Laurel Heights, Northgate, or Maple Leaf. And "Blake the Milkman" who is their independent supplier to these snuffed neighborhoods, only delivers to orphanages and families that apparently consume copious amounts of milk each week. :/
I will not be defeated. Commence emailing request for "special exceptions" to Milkman Blake. Follow with second personalized phone call. If needed, make additional promises. I will have my milk delivery.