Now we live in downtown Edmonton, Alberta (a city the size of Rhode Island, in the middle of the prairie) in a condo on the 5th floor; not an easy unloading zone ~through the parking garage, into the lobby via 2 ill planned doors that open in opposite - awkward directions, up the elevator, around the courtyard balcony, and into home plate. We have 1 vehicle (in which S utilizes for work), so if I need a big grocery haul, I need to work it around his schedule. Sure, there are a few places a couple blocks in either direction I can walk to, and I do this often...I have it down to a science: I shop with one of the larger hand baskets (the ones on wheels that you can drag behind you), no matter how I fill this it will fit into my backpack & 2 reusable shopping bags (that's about all I can comfortably carry at once). But again, If I don't want to go to the food stores every few days (because I think we spend more this way), I need the truck.
So, needless to say I am no longer food shopping alone. It's become our thang now on Friday or Saturday nights...yeah, we know how to par-tay. I've become pretty organized thanks to Ziplist; my goal is to keep my head down, focus, and get in & out as quick as possible. Half the time S is texting or emailing work (or harassing his Canadian friends on why the USA is sooooo much better), the other half of the time he's chucking stuff in the carriage. He has a rule: he can buy what ever he wants.
Long story, short...this is how I ended up with 3 kg (6.61387 pounds) of chicken drums, not my favorite ~ S picked them out.
Although I started this post thinking it was going to be about those chicken drums, I seem to have shared more than anticipated. Coffee Cola Brined Chicken will have to be a post of its own.