There was a couple of months when I was pregnant with Wonder Boy if I didn’t have any lemonade by 4 p.m. I was, um, irritable.
This pregnancy has been dotted with small bouts of cravings- apples during my worst morning sickness weeks, grilled cheese sandwiches ,and lately a dozen oranges inhaled over a couple of days- my heartburn gone for sure as I sucked every sweet bite of navel orange fresh from my mom’s trees.
I’ve been waiting for the impulses to start- that moment where you see a food and HAVE to have it.
With our budget this month (oh, Christmas!) I have been trying to shop carefully- staying out of the store except with a lit in hand and a little boy tucked safe at home.
However, my last trip on my own was a true test as I walked past produce, casually tossing my bag of apples (gotta have apples) in my cart on my way to bananas (gotta have bananas).
There they were.
Um, hello gorgeous.
I couldn’t resist, I didn’t even slow down as I grabbed a big bag of grapes, salivating, and placed them carefully into the basket, knowing I just blew the grocery bill.
I tried to reason with it.
It was healthier than $10 of McDonald’s (not even happening right then) and would be days and days of snacks, if I didn’t inhale half a bag in one setting (see the above oranges comment).
I carefully placed my purchases on the belt staring at the bright green grapes, eager to get them home- painfully aware at that point of how hungry the baby and I was.
Lesson learned- I MUST have a sncak before I go to the store from now on.
I mean, I had even avoided the luscious Cadbury Eggs on the way.
The clerk took a look at the price and re-checked it, then asked if I wanted them. She rescanned them, thinking that she had the wrong price.
Because paying $10 for these spring-colored beauties was just too much.
That was my moment where I could have shown reason and denied the juicy seedless globes.
I hesitated- did she know better than me? Was there a little sign floating over my head that said – don’t let her blow her plan to keep the bill down low? Or did I just look like an impulsive hungry lady?
I felt the eyes of the people behind me in line, too, questioning me, judging me.
How expensive were these grapes, if the cashier was questioning my choice? Gold? Truffle oil?
Hand-ground fair trade origin coffee?
I kept the grapes, sheepish that even with a little divine (?) intervention I had still shown weakness for grapes. She put them in without another hesitation.
I drove home telling myself it could have been worse- it could have been chocolate, frozen lasagna or a fast-food burger that had given me tunnel vision instead of nice, healthy, grapes.
Man, they are good. Especially with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
Now, to just get over my urge to go downtown for a big latte…
What was the last impulse buy you made?