The snow continues – eight inches of the horrible stuff this morning! Fortunately it’s not that deep generally but the wind has made it drift and thanks to the barrier formed by the rose border, it’s ended up settling on our garden path.
I should have been going to a friend’s lunch party today but, as heavy snow was forecast for today, she cancelled it yesterday morning which meant that I didn’t need to make the chocolate and lime cheesecake that I’d promised to take. This, in turn, meant that I didn’t need to go to the supermarket last night to buy the limes which I forgotten to get earlier in the week when I shopped for the other ingredients. I’d probably have popped into Asda as it’s the closest store, even though its not somewhere I shop regularly.
As I haven’t written a post for a week I thought that I should make the effort but subject matter eluded me. I decided to just make a start and see where it took me. Now I’ve mentioned Asda I think I’ll continue the shopping theme.
It’s rather unfashionable nowadays to say that one doesn’t like Aldi and every now and then when I feel pang of guilt for not trying to be more economical I go to Aldi with the intention of doing my food shop there. I really do try to muster some enthusiasm but find it such a thoroughly dispiriting experience selecting items from cardboard boxes and negotiating the cabbage leaf-strewn floor that I invariable end up buying a couple items and quickly leave to resume shopping elsewhere. The aisles are narrow, the choice limited and the lighting harsh. The staff are conditioned to scan produce so quickly that customers are left with the choice of either throwing the whole lot into a bag with no thought of packing like with like, or dumping it all back into the trolley from whence it just came, to move three yards to another counter where it all comes out of the trolley again to be repacked. And why do they insist on heaping the middle aisles with disparate odds and ends of dubious quality. From slippers to saucepans and bicycles to books, what a mish-mash. And as for the clothing – it looks like the church jumble sale after an hour’s rummaging. I’m not suggesting that there’s nothing there worth buying, I’m sure there is, but really, who has the time or inclination to plough through it all when they’ve come in to but something for tea? Most surprising of all is that several items that I regularly buy are priced are the same as, or in the case of the small eating apples I bought, more costly than in Tesco! As one might expect, those advertised comparison baskets are very carefully selected.
I expect there are nicer, tidier branches and I’m sure that Aldi sell perfectly nice lobster or champagne (or so various surveys tell me) but what I want is to be able to trust that the carrots I buy on Monday are still OK by Saturday. Unfortunately my (albeit infrequent) experience is that one needs to be very vigilant when choosing Aldi fruit and veg. The plain fat-free yogurt was good enough but I’m not prepared to endure another Aldi shopping trip just to save a few pence on yogurt.
Nearby we have Sainsburys which is a nice shop but there are too many items that I want to buy that it doesn’t stock, ditto Morrison. So most of my shopping is done in Tesco. Here I can get everything I want and our local branch is very spacious. I like space; I like Tesco.
From time to time, when I have enough of it (i.e. time), I’ll drive further afield and do my shopping in Waitrose which is most definitely a favourite. Although more expensive, the quality is outstanding – similar to Marks & Spencer – and the fruit and veg last very well. M&S is about to close my local store so we’ll have neither nearby. On holiday in the Lake District I shopped in Booths. Wow! You lucky Northerners.
If a large shop is required and I’m short on time I’ve occasionally ordered from Ocado and boy is it impressive! The delivery driver once texted to ask if he could come twenty minutes early, the quality of fresh food was superb with long ‘use-by’ dates and the packing was perfectly arranged like with like. The trouble is that I don’t want my shopping delivered reguarly. I’ve heard women say that they don’t like food shopping. I simply can’t identify with that because for me, choosing the food is the next best thing to eating it!