I don't do the grocery shopping. Rita will ask me to pick up some things from the commissary if she can't find it locally or the local prices are too expensive. Sometimes, I'll go to a market to pick up some "American" items that I want in the house. That's the extent of my shopping. I have my reasons though ...
1) It is very time consuming. There's no HEB out here, no one stop shopping. You go to this place for your dairy, this place for your veg, this place for your butter (different than the milk place), lentils, meat, etc. You're forever going around different places.
2) I get charged higher prices because I'm not Indian. Rita and Sunil have saved us a lot of money by doing the shopping. Besides, they're the ones cooking so they know better than I do what they need.
3) I know where the meat comes from but I don't want to see it.
Let's talk about #3. INA Market is the place to go for your meat needs. There is also a little chain called Pigpo that carries pork products and some chicken. Our chicken comes from INA though. It's alive up until Rita pays for it. Yep. I know what happens but I don't necessarily want to see it or think about it much less have this story told about me ......
At INA Market, you can place an order with a butcher for delivery to your house. This is a pretty common practice since not all meat is readily available except for the chickens which I'm guessing are either in a cage or running around ... I don't want to think about it. Stewart had some work visitors in this week. One of whom was here back in 1996 and lived out here for 4 years. He told us the story of his coworker who got a phone call from his wife who was screaming in terror. He rushed out of work and headed home. Turns out that she had spoken with the butcher and requested leg of lamb. The day it was to be delivered, the butcher showed up at her house with the lamb ..... walking behind him on a leash. He then proceeded to prepare her meat for her in her driveway. He couldn't understand why she was screaming as he was "going to clean up after".
Yeah, I don't go to the market or order meat.
1) It is very time consuming. There's no HEB out here, no one stop shopping. You go to this place for your dairy, this place for your veg, this place for your butter (different than the milk place), lentils, meat, etc. You're forever going around different places.
2) I get charged higher prices because I'm not Indian. Rita and Sunil have saved us a lot of money by doing the shopping. Besides, they're the ones cooking so they know better than I do what they need.
3) I know where the meat comes from but I don't want to see it.
Let's talk about #3. INA Market is the place to go for your meat needs. There is also a little chain called Pigpo that carries pork products and some chicken. Our chicken comes from INA though. It's alive up until Rita pays for it. Yep. I know what happens but I don't necessarily want to see it or think about it much less have this story told about me ......
At INA Market, you can place an order with a butcher for delivery to your house. This is a pretty common practice since not all meat is readily available except for the chickens which I'm guessing are either in a cage or running around ... I don't want to think about it. Stewart had some work visitors in this week. One of whom was here back in 1996 and lived out here for 4 years. He told us the story of his coworker who got a phone call from his wife who was screaming in terror. He rushed out of work and headed home. Turns out that she had spoken with the butcher and requested leg of lamb. The day it was to be delivered, the butcher showed up at her house with the lamb ..... walking behind him on a leash. He then proceeded to prepare her meat for her in her driveway. He couldn't understand why she was screaming as he was "going to clean up after".
Yeah, I don't go to the market or order meat.
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