I am the grocery shopper in our house, for no real reason than I have Wednesdays off so it's easier for me to go. Also, there's a super right near my work so I can easily pick stuff up on the way home. The problem is, though, that I have to do it on my own.
Usually it turns out fine. I know most of the words and everything has big pictures on it. Sometimes I flub up. I've come home with trash bags three-sizes too big, or olives that were sliced and not pitted. Nothing horribly tragic, but annoying. The latest mistake came in the form of jam. I wanted peanut-butter, but they didn't have the generic brand and I wasn't about to spend 19₪ for a regular-sized jar. So I bought strawberry jam instead, as it's equally good on toast or for a quick sandwich.
Simon was less than pleased. Simon also likes to complain (he's Israeli) so I just brushed him off. It's something new that he didn't ask for, of course he has an opinion on it. I like strawberries, they didn't have peanut butter, I made an executive decision, and if he was going to be that picky he can do the bloody shopping himself. End of discussion.
Until I opened it today and tasted some. First of all, it's a color of red I've never seen in nature before and, I think, glows slightly. Second of all, it tastes the way dry erase markers smell, but mixed with pancake syrup and extract of Strawberry Jolly Rancher. I turned it over to look at the label...
Yeah. 60% sugar. I don't think it contains a single natural ingredient. My teeth still hurt.
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