Doing poorly on purpose?

I recently read that, according to a survey, 67% of the males in a relationship admitted that they will intentionally do a poor job at a chore when they are asked to do so by their mates.

I get this on one level. When we don’t want to do something, doing poorly at it ups our chances that we won’t be asked to do it again (you know, if you want something done right, do it yourself!). That may be successful once or twice in childhood.

But that an adult – adult male to be exact – would choose to do a poor job rather than communicate about not wanting to do what’s asked seems immature! By the time we’re adults, we should have learned that sometimes we have to do things we don’t enjoy doing! I mean, the snow needs shoveled when it falls, despite how we feel about the task. Same goes for cutting the grass. And honestly, I’ve never heard a female say that she adores doing laundry, but it still has to be done.

I suspect the percentage may be higher than the survey results show. Even in an anonymous survey, some of us have trouble answering truthfully when we’re ashamed of our answer. Having said that, the fact that two-thirds of the males surveyed said they do this is a bit astonishing to me!

Then again, on behalf of the adult males, they don’t ever really ask us to do a chore for them. The few manly chores they are usually in charge of doing (shoveling snow, mowing grass, washing cars, taking out trash) is nothing compared to the daily running of a household, which usually falls to a woman. They are smart not to ask for help!

For several years, I shared an apartment with a male roommate. We’d designated specific chores that each would do… each was responsible for their own bedroom and bathroom, he would do the dusting in the living and dining room and I would do the vacuuming there, and while each was responsible for their own dirty dishes, I would be responsible for cleaning the kitchen and he would take out the trash. While it was an amiable and pleasant co-habitation over all, I became aware that he had ‘tunnel vision’ when it came to household chores. We had a stacked laundry in a corner of our kitchen, and there were countless times I would pick up a piece or two of lint that had fallen to the floor in the course of him doing his laundry. Our complex practiced recycling, and I had to tape a list on the recycling container what could be recycled. He got better at it, but I’d still find the occasional item in the wrong bin and have to dig it out and place it in the correct bin. And the only way the overflowing trash bag and recycled items went out was if I pulled the bags, tied them shut and sat them by the steps to be taken out.

Oh, I could bi*ch about more, but I only wanted to make a point. (Except that he NEVER dusted in the entire 5 years!)

I do know adult males who are self-sufficient and able to take care of a household. True, they all happen to be bachelors, but along the way they learned that household chores didn’t kill them!

Mostly though, I’m just surprised that men have this behavior of doing something poorly because they don’t want to do it. I can’t help but wonder if they behave the same way in other aspects of their lives…. like at work?

The Rest of Last Weekend

Although the barbeque competition was at the center of last weekend, there were also a lot of things beyond that which made it an amazing weekend. Going to the competition required, for me, an overnight stay in the area the night before. Having lived in Lancaster County for 14 years and having worked in it for 20, that wasn’t a problem! I was excited to have a little bit of a chance to play ‘tourist’ and also visit some places near and dear to me.

I started by checking into the Strasburg Village Inn on Friday night. Having managed this property for 5 years before retiring and moving from the area, I left behind dear once-colleague but become-friends that I was excited to see again. (I do try to make several day trips each year as well.) It was awesome to see Tammy, Peggy and Emily again! It was ‘interesting’ to stay at the Inn and try not to find little details that were missed by the current staff taking care of it. Of course, my eagle eyes are well-trained, and I did find a few minor infractions, but nothing that would have made me think the place was dirty or unkempt. And as always, friendliness to the guests remains a top priority.

I walked to Pizza City on Friday night, looking forward to a slice of true New York style crust pizza. It did not disappoint! While I was there, I texted my dear friends, Dave and Debbie, who live just down the street from it. They joined me there, where we chatted for quite a while, then walked back with me to the Inn to continue our visit. The Inn was the place they often stayed while visiting the area from New Jersey before they moved there, so it was fun for them to have memories of the gathering room and the complimentary fudge samples from next door.

Worth ignoring my diabetes to have a few bites!

After tiredness won over all of us (around 11:30 PM) we said our goodbyes until we met up the next day at the competition. I didn’t sleep well – not that this is anything new! – and went down for breakfast around 8:15 AM. Breakfast did not disappoint. There was a seedless watermelon slice, a pastry and a glass of orange juice awaiting, then, cooked to order when I arrived, scrambled eggs, home fries, two large links of sausage and toast. It was a LOT of food!

When I finally checked out, sadly saying goodbye to my friends, I headed to the Strasburg Farm Market. This used to be a neighborhood grocery store, small but perfect for the elderly who live in the area and don’t own/drive a car. Now it’s more of a farm market than a grocery store. Produce was local from the area and nice. There is a candy area, a meat area and an area with pre-made items. I found fresh-made chicken croquettes, which my bestie loves, so I got some to bring home to her.

Nothing better than fresh AND local!

Next stop was Bird-in-Hand Farmers’ Market. I used to run here whenever I wanted some sage sausage from a specific vendor, but never really looked at much else. This time, I wandered a little more. I was looking for a stand that had hog maul (pigs’ stomach) but while I could find the frozen stomachs, no one had it pre-made. You can stuff it with almost anything – it’s like a sausage casing – but the most popular way it’s made is stuffed with a mix of sausage, potatoes and onions. Some people steam it, but I steam it to get it cooked through, then bake/broil it to make the lining crispy. Crisped, it’s very much like eating crunchy chicken or turkey skin. I found my cup cheese and found out that I could order the stuffed hog maul from this stand with two weeks’ notice. Trust me, I’m already working on planning the next day trip there!

This, too, is fresh and local!

From there, I took the leisurely back roads to the competition venue. I came upon a meat and deli store on the way, so I stopped off, just in case they had pre-made hog maul. They did not, but I found a cracker spread made with bacon, horseradish, shredded cheddar cheese and cream cheese, and that, with some wheat crackers, ended up being the snack everyone enjoyed at the competition.

We did stay for the awards ceremony, so it was going on 6 PM by the time I left. I got home before 7:30, unloaded the cooler of the many treats plus bags of meat, and pretty much crashed in bed by 9 PM. I needed to get some sleep because another event was happening on Sunday afternoon!

Sunday, my bestie, Joanne, another member of our crazy crew, Brian and I all went to see a show at a small theatre venue. I’d seen the sign for it on my trips back and forth to my chiropractor’s office, and they were doing a murder mystery. Since it was close (less than 20 minutes from home), good pricing ($18 a ticket) and available for a Sunday matinee, we decided to try it out. The show we saw, “Nora Swan: Murder Most Personal” was set in New York City post WWII. The show was written in-house, and we were all impressed. Their program showed several of their upcoming productions, and I’m pretty sure they haven’t seen the last of us!

Finally, home again! And no place to go or people to see for a few days! I’m glad I got to do it all, but between all of this activity and the continued meat comas, I need lots of lots of rest!

I’m in a Meat Coma!

I want to start by congratulating my friends, Steve and Christin, of Sasquatch BBQ. The competition I went to on Saturday was only their 8th – and their second-best overall score. Plus, they did receive an honorable mention (with a lovely rosette ribbon) for their ribs!

I wanted to take photos, but they were just finishing up their last entry – the beef brisket – and I didn’t want to be in the way. However, the picture I really wished I’d gotten was each of their faces when I showed up! They were truly surprised by my arrival – and couldn’t believe Christin’s parents and brother all knew I was going to be there and didn’t give it away! And the gratitude! Christin thanked me for showing up multiple times!

Once all of the entries had been delivered – except for Chef’s Choice, for which they offered a homemade cheesecake – they got to relax a little bit. The parents and brother arrived shortly after the last entry was delivered, and we all sat around in our camping chairs and chatted. Christin got to see the “me” when I’m not worried about being in my professional mode, and I loved it when she told me I was a “wild girl” and we should hang out more!

Her brother, David, is an official Content Creator – and posts at least 2 videos on You Tube every week. One of them is a ‘weekend vlog’ and he was using his camera throughout the day. Check out David DiFranco on You Tube if you want to see more about the competition – the video will go live sometime on Friday, August 30th.

I also learned a lot about these competitions by watching and asking questions. Let me tell you, these competitions are legit! For example, each category for which you are submitting an entry has a time frame in which the entry has to be submitted. Even if you are standing in line to submit your entry when the time is over, you are disqualified for that entry! That creates a lot of stress if your entry just needs another 2 minutes to be perfectly cooked and you’re under a minute to get it to the judges table! Steve ran his beef brisket there with 15 seconds – 15 seconds! – to spare but it wasn’t cooked the way he wanted it! In order to compete in the whole pork entry, you have to cook an entire loin but only a specific part of it is eligible for the competition!

This is not a ‘job’ – it’s not something you can do that will pay the bills, so you have to have passion to put yourself through that kind of stress! It’s also not a cheap adventure – there is a pretty hefty entrance fee (this event was $250) plus the purchase of your meats, all of the spices, sauces, rubs, etc. and your equipment, for which you need some kind of trailer. And since you are a competitor, and not a vendor at an event, you can’t sell off the leftovers to the crowd attending!

Fortunately, since I’m considered extended family, I was the recipient of two full bags of assorted leftovers. This was after all of it was put out on a table and from which we nibbled! Well, that was enough to put me in a meat coma, and I’ve been told that fresh barbeque loses something when it’s frozen, I suspect I’m going to be in repetitive meat comas for the next several days! And I’m okay with that!

Pork, barbequed chicken and beef brisket – and this is only part of the leftovers they had!

We found out that the next competition they are going to attend is somewhere in the Harrisburg area. Well, I grew up on the Harrisburg suburbs, so I’m planning on going again. I would have told you before yesterday that my primary reasons for attending was for support and the samplings. Now that I get to go again, it’s more about the support and comradery! I got some much needed time with Wawa Mama and J Puff (the parents) on Friday evening as well. These are dear, dear friends of mine and I don’t get to see them often! (There is a whole ‘nother story about how they decided to move to the area I was working in around the same time I decided to leave the area!)

Anyhow, I’m looking forward to the next event in Harrisburg! I always take snacks when I go to stuff like this, and my snack for this event was well received…even the dog, Bailey, was gobbling them up! I’m going to have to step it up for the next one!

Steve, Christin, Dave, Debbie and David – thank you for an amazing weekend. I didn’t realize how much I missed you all until I was sitting there just soaking the friendship up! And to Bailey – thanks for letting he hold your leash and pet you, and for not drooling all over me!

Bailey girl on her birthday

(And a special thank you to Christin, who introduced me to a new word… Wenis! Folks, google it and learn something new!)

Goin’ to a Bar-Be-Que!

I have the opportunity to watch a bar-be-que competition this weekend, in which my friends, Steve and Christin (DiFranco) Caputo, representing Sasquatch BBQ, will be taking part. My mouth has always watered when looking at the various photos of their offerings to the judges, via Facebook, and I’m excited to sample these wares!

When the word barbeque is said, the first thing that comes to my mind is ribs, followed by chicken. A little research online led me in various directions on the history of barbeque, and from watching plenty of food and travel shows on TV, the mere definition of the word “barbeque” varies, largely by region. Some are all about the dry rub and some are about wet sauces slathered over the meat while it cooks. Some of the sauces are very different as well – sweet, smoky, even spicy.

Smoked meats – cooked low and slow for hours – are also considered to be barbeque, though I don’t know that I agree with that. I love smoked turkey, but it’s called smoked turkey, not turkey barbeque. Smoked beef brisket isn’t called barbequed beef brisket. Nonetheless, they all have their place in these competitions.

My friends will be turning in sausage, chicken, pork ribs, pork and brisket throughout the competition. (My mouth just watered again!). I will be there to sample each and every delight from what is left after the judges’ entrees are made. I’m most looking forward to the pork ribs, as it’s one of my favorite when it’s fall-off-the-bone delicious.

It will be nice to surprise Christin and Steve (they don’t know I’m planning on being there) and hang out with my friends, the DiFrancos to visit a little. I wanted to visit with them when I went to Strasburg two weeks ago, but the sinus issue made that impossible.

My natural inquisitiveness has me thinking about all of the questions I want to ask. From their passion for these competitions to which spices, rubs and sauces they use as well, to how to select a good cut of meat and how to trim a cut of meat. However, I don’t want to distract them from their objective. They have yet to win a competition, but they’ve placed well. Maybe I’ll bring them a little luck?

Sasquatch BBQ barbequed chicken offering
Sasquatch BBQ brisket offering

If not, I know my taste buds are in for a treat! It will be nice to see the platters of samplings in real life instead of just looking at photos! I also want to tour their new barbeque truck in real life instead of through video!

And the weather is supposed to be very accommodating!

Do I sound excited????

The Woman on the Beach

She stood alone as the dawn slowly made its way in the eastern sky. The sand, slightly damp from the tide now ebbing, tickled at her toes, but she was seemingly unaware. Eyes focused only on the brilliant orb peering up on the horizon. The wind was still, the moments interrupted only by the callings of a few early-riser seagulls. She heard them but they did not break her spell of watching the sun.

Later, after families and children started to crowd the beach, she stood there still, eyes fastened on the horizon. Birds flew and dove with wild abandon. Children played and shouted as the waves cascaded and caressed the sandy shore. She heard the noises as if she was in a vacuum – distant sounds that did not distract her from her thoughts.

She let her mind wander aimlessly, never losing sight of the horizon miles out in the ocean. The sun beat down brightly but she didn’t notice the heat.

All afternoon, she stood routed in that spot. She was not conscious of time except for the sun changing positions, having moved over her head and now slightly behind her shoulders. Families were beginning to pack up, heading home for dinner after a day romping in the sand and water. She sensed them leaving without attention to the movements.

After a bit, she could see the sky beginning to darken, feel the solitude of the area once dense with beach-goers and birds whose energy, now spent, had gone. And still she stood.

Finally, as the moon began to reach towards the now dark sky, highlighting the clouds around it, she broke her reverie. She looked down and was surprised to see her feet in water. She immediately wondered if the water lapping at her feet was the tide or a puddle of her tears.

Not turning, she took a few steps backwards. Glancing at the horizon, she took a deep, shaky breath, knowing that the time had come for her to leave it behind and move on. One the exhale of that shaky breath, she made the first sound she had made all day. She simply looked once more and, before turning, said one word…

Under the Weather

As a long-time sufferer of chronic sinusitis, you will seldom see me without a tissue in my hand or very nearby. Clothing with pockets has those pockets also stuffed with tissues, sometimes in various shades of use. Boxes of tissues are one of those things I keep in stock, purchasing more when the count gets down to four or less boxes.

Usually, it’s a runny nose, an inconvenience more than anything. A variety of over-the-counter products and nasal sprays, plus ibuprofen, keep it in check as needed. It’s one of those things I deal with, like a trick knee that sometimes goes out.

But about 10 days ago, what seemingly started out as another simple runny nose ended up being not one, but two, sinus infections. I’d made plans for an overnight stay to see a concert in an area about 1-1/2 hours away. I got to the location where I was staying, but just didn’t feel up to going to the concert (it was free, which made the decision a little easier). I did stay overnight, and stopped to visit a friend the next morning, coughing from the drainage in between blowing my nose. I came home, suffered through the night, and got in to see the doctor the next day.

Since I moved here 2 years ago, this is the first time this medical practice has dealt with one of my respiratory distress problems. My previous doctor always prescribed 500 mg of Amoxocillin 3 times a day, and that always worked. The fact that I had a low-grade fever accompanying the infections made my doctor choose to put me on the same medication, but at 875 mg twice a day. I didn’t care. I just wanted relief.

To make a long story short, the higher dosage of antibiotic created some serious issues with nausea. This is a common side-effect, but one I’d never had at the lower dosage. For days, I suffered through the nausea, had no energy, no appetite, and could only doze on and off as the phlegm would quickly gather in my throat and tickle it with the need to cough. Sleeping upright in the recliner didn’t help much. I was constantly drinking water to try and quiet the tickle.

I finally figured out yesterday that I could cut the antibiotic pills in half, and have started taking 1/2 a pill four times a day. That’s helped a little. Meanwhile, the constant runny nose is much better, as is the drainage to my throat. However, my head still feels incredibly full and somewhat like a bowling ball stuck between my shoulders. I was going to make some homemade chicken noodle soup and got chicken out to thaw, then didn’t have the energy to made the soup so just plain-baked the chicken so it wouldn’t go bad. I now add chicken to the nibbling I do, which has been mostly crackers (open package and eat, no real energy involved).

This, my readers, is why I’ve been absent from my blog. Not only have I not had the energy to write, but except for occasionally walking down one flight of interior steps to check my mail, I haven’t left my place in seven days (today will be day eight). In fact, this is the longest I’ve sat at my computer in one setting!

So please forgive me if you don’t see much from me for a little while longer. This is the first time in six years I’ve had something respiratory take me “down for the count” so I guess I was due. I miss the exercise to my brain that writing a blog takes, but anything more than just sharing the status quo would be forced.

Rest assured, I have no plans to stop blogging any time soon…

A Day my Dad Should’ve Lost It!

To be fair, my dad didn’t often ‘lose it’. As a traveling salesman (road warrior is what the hotel industry calls them), he wasn’t home much during the week, and his second job took him away for much of the weekend when he was home. Our mom was the disciplinarian, a role she perfected teaching elementary school for over 25 years. I used to be just like my mom – quick to anger and quick to react in anger. For those who want to know, I cured myself of that the day I picked up a cherished one-of-a-kind item in the heat of an argument and smashed it onto the floor, breaking it to smithereens. Over the course of years, I began to understand the emotion of anger and what was the emotion beneath it when the feeling triggered. Okay, so sometimes I miss the days of ranting and raving wildly, thinking how good it would feel to just let it all out… but the thought of wasting what little energy this aging body has on something that has no purpose and offers no solution always wins.

Like I said, my dad didn’t often ‘lose it’. He seldom got angry – or at least seldom showed his anger. I can only vaguely remember my parents arguing, but I do remember that mom was the aggressor, and understand now that he just let her spew and didn’t add fuel to the fire by engaging it.

Things we did as kids that were really stupid, however, sometimes got the better of him. Things we did that were dangerous to others could rile him. Things that took money to ‘solve’ were his pet peeve! (And yes, Brad, that includes the time I let the car engine seize up because I didn’t understand that the add oil light on the dashboard meant NOW!)

For some reason I recently thought about an incident from when I was a child (I was 12 or 13) and, in retrospect, realize he should have lost his cool over it, but didn’t.

You see, my parents both worked hard in order to provide for our family. We were lucky enough to have a nice home, good meals and name brand clothing. My parents always invested in good furniture that would last a while. It was the same with their clothing. My dad, especially because of his career, always invested in nice suits, shirts, ties and shoes. He only owned three pair of dress shoes, but they were all Floresheim shoes. He had two pair in black and one in brown. He polished them weekly – all three pair – whether he’d worn them or not. One day, a Saturday when he was away at his part-time job (he gave flying lessons to future pilots of small-engine aircrafts), I decided to surprise him and polish his shoes for him. The shoes, and the polishing kit, were always kept in the coat closet near the front door. And so, I got out the shoes and the kit, sat down and took out all of the laces from the shoes, and proceeded to polish them. When I was finished, I put the laces back in the shoes and put them back in the closet with the polishing kit.

I was so proud and so excited for him to see them! All I could think about was the extra time he could spend with us as a family because that weekly chore was done! When he finally got home (it felt like it was HOURS later!), I casually walked out of my bedroom and watched him head for the coat closet to put away his jacket. As he hung it up, I walked over to him, hugged him and told him to look down and see what I had done for him…

He looked and stood perfectly still – his face not changing – for at least a minute. Finally, he looked at me and said one word… “Why?” I explained my motivation and he paused for a moment, then said, “Thank you. But please don’t ever do that again.” With that, he closed the closet door and went about his business. Me? I went to my room and cried because he wasn’t as happy as I expected him to be!

After dinner, when I had done my share of chores to clear the dinner table, my dad went to the coat closet, pulled out his three pair of shoes and the polishing kit, and went back to the table. I lingered at the other end of the kitchen, watching him. He proceeded to get out small circles of paste wax and a cloth in preparation. I was intrigued, because he was set upon polishing his shoes in a very different way than I had..

You see, I had successfully polished his shoes to perfection… using liquid polish!

Nothing more was ever said on the subject. I retreated to my room, and never learned how long it took him to undo what I had done and return his shoes to their shiny splendor. If he were alive today, I’d definitely ask him if he remembered this incident. And I’d definitely thank him for not losing it!

I’m a girl

I’m a girl

Just a girl

Just an ordinary girl

(Or maybe not so ordinary).

Yes, I lead with my heart

As girls are known to do

Yes, I’m emotional, highly emotional

And yes, I like to feel pretty.

But I’ll wear my old jeans

And tee-shirts – go sans makeup

Because I don’t want to be

Pretty for you.

I’ll stick to my guns

Not let you rattle my beliefs

I’ll fight tooth and nail

For what matters to me.

I’ll strive to do better

Strive to be better

Not because you deserve it,

But because I do.

I’m a girl

Just a girl

Just an ordinary girl

(Or maybe not so ordinary)…

Move over, technology…

I thought that, after all of the trials and tribulations of multiple technology pieces to contend with, life would give me a reprieve. And it did, but not for very long!

My Keurig has officially bitten the dust. It’s been having odd little hiccups now and then for the past several weeks, and part of me knew that all I was doing was nursing it through until its final death. But then, it would fool me by acting its normal charming self for days at a time. And, because one of my ‘job’ titles is perfecting procrastination, I neglected to do anything. Each time it would hiccup, a little extra cleaning around the area where the coffee brews, and a few loving but meaningful taps along the top would solve the problem. If not, I would turn it off for at least 15 minutes, turn it back on, and I was provided with a lovely cup of coffee sans difficulty.

Not this time. I got two of my three customary cups of coffee without incident. But not the third! I tried every trick I’ve tried before, hoping that one of them would be the magic trick, but none worked. While my mind was thinking, “Just get a new one – they aren’t that expensive anymore”, another part of me doesn’t want to be a part of the generation that just tosses away stuff and replaces it because it’s easier. So I got online and searched for DIY ways to fix a non-working Keurig. I only found one helpful video, so I watched it and decided to try it. After all, it only involved a paper clip and allegedly a minute or two. So I got out a trusty paper clip and tried what the video showed. No success. Not wanting to give up hope, I tried brewing without a K-cup. Nope, not happening.

By this time, I really wanted that last cup of coffee, so I, inside my head, verbally patted myself on the back and reached up into the kitchen cabinet for a zippered bag that holds those single cup bags like tea bags are, except for coffee. You see, I used to travel for work, and being a coffeeholic, the little bit of coffee provided with a hotel room is never enough! I needed enough coffee in my system to be awake enough to go to the lobby/breakfast area and get more. And even then, I’d bring two cups back to the room and possibly still want more! And I’ve kept what I had, knowing that I might travel again (for pleasure, not work) and they would probably come in handy.

So I got my third cup of coffee – not as strong as I like it, but it’s coffee. I also got back online and ordered a new Keurig, which Amazon delivers with next day shipping. So it will be handy to have these individual coffee bags for tomorrow. Meanwhile, I’m still going to be working on the current machine to see if I can magically make it brew again!

Meanwhile, I’m a bit concerned about what kitchen appliance is headed to the graveyard next… because, in my life, things always happen in a series… Stay tuned!

Hacks from my Happy Place – VI

Okay, this isn’t exactly like my other “Hacks” posts where I share shortcuts and recipes from my kitchen. It’s about how to shop for all of those things you put in your fridge, freezer and pantry for making all of those yummy things in your own kitchen.

Generic vs. Brand Name: Do not be afraid to try generic options, especially when it comes to non-perishable items. Generic, or store-brand options, are often identical to what is branded by name, and priced lower only because they don’t have to tack onto the price to cover marketing, branding and advertising costs! I have only ever tried one store-brand product with which I was not satisfied, and that was for jarred peanut butter. Interestingly enough, the brand names – Jif, Skippy, etc. – all seem identical, so I buy whichever is the least price!

Fresh produce in season: Fresh produce is most often going to cost more than buying the canned item, and often when buying the frozen item as well. And you’ll have to do whatever necessary cleaning/prepping needed that is already done for the canned and frozen items. Having said that, when it comes to taste, fresh always wins! For example, I like canned pineapple well enough but I would gorge myself on fresh pineapple! They are NOT the same! Canned green beans are a staple in my pantry, but fresh green beans are always a more vibrant green after cooking and have a bit of a snap to the bite that canned can never duplicate! So buy fresh produce when it comes in season and save the other stuff for when you can’t get fresh!

Bakery items: Sure, that fresh donut in the bakery case is tempting, but the cookies and cupcakes are not only expensive, they are not as good as what you bake fresh. Convenient? Sure, but we seldom buy sweet treats for reasons of convenience. Save your money and treat yourself by baking from package or scratch and enjoy a freshly baked delight!

Grocery store circulars: The grocery store I usually shop at puts out a weekly circular, which lucky for me, comes in my mail, but is also available in the lobby of the store. Of course, it advertises name brand items on ‘special’. However, be aware of two things – one, not everything listed in the circular is actually on sale, and two, not every advertised price is actually the price at the store when you go to purchase it. I’ve looked at several items, thinking to stock up although I already had some, because they were in the circular only to find out the advertised item was the item’s usual price. Why? It’s one or two reasons. The item will be advertised if the store wants to lower its stock of that item (perhaps to make rotating stock in the warehouse in back easier) or else it’s simply “filler” to make the ad full. Be aware by looking at the shelf price. If it’s not a money-saving deal and you don’t need it, don’t buy it! Also, I now take my circular to the store with me, and have gotten the advertised price for items that are not marked on the shelves at the advertised price.

Expiration/sell by/best if used by: Certainly, none of us wants to buy food items that will go bad before we have time to use them! However, most non-perishable products are good well past these dates. Milk is always sold with a “sell by” date, but properly kept in the fridge, can last up to a week later. Oh, and milk can also be frozen! I always keep a quart of milk in my freezer over the winter months, in case the weather is too inclement for me to get to the store. Other things, like cheeses and lunchmeats can also be frozen before their expiration date.

Couponing: I’m all for coupons. However, coupons are only for name-brand products and often require a purchase of multiples in order to take advantage of the savings. Unless you are an extreme couponer or regularly donate to your local food bank/women’s shelter, don’t get sucked into using a coupon just because you have it! Again, compare savings of the name-brand product, with the coupon, to the cost of a generic or store-brand product and you’ll see that often you don’t save any money (and it often still costs you more!).

Loyalty programs: Many grocery stores now offer a loyalty program to do just that, keep you loyal to them instead of shopping at their competitors. Some programs make sense, and some do not! The other grocery store in my area has a loyalty program of earning 50 cents off your next purchase for every $50 worth of groceries. However, their prices are pennies to quarters more expensive than the store I usually shop at and the earning periods are short (usually a 4-week period). My store, in addition to points that allow me to get a discount on gasoline, also has different discount days – a senior discount day, a military discount day, etc. And these discounts are for their name brand products! So you can bet I go to the store on senior discount day and save 10% off the majority of their products I purchase (fresh produce, meat and dairy are not included).

I hope some of my grocery shopping experiences will help you save some money on your next grocery bill. If you have other great grocery shopping tips for saving money, please share them in the comment section!