Minor Pleasures (10 Viewers)

[Denny Oubidoux]

Berries are expensive, but they're delish alright.

 

[washingcattle]

I only went shopping an hour ago and now I feel like I failed miserably.

It's off to the minor complaint thread for me.

 

[Jim Daniels]

Berries are where it's at.

What, like blueberries and those little red ones?

I can't make up my mind about blueberries. I really want to like them, but always feel shafted paying 3.99 for a handful that don't really end up tasting of anything. Fruit should be very wet on the inside.

 

[Jill Hives]

I got 2 for 3 euro tonight! I love every berry. I don't discriminate.

 

[GO]

Just got a starbar

 

[Unicron]

Berries are where it's at.

Got some lovely blackberries in Lidl last week. Shocked by how nice they were.

 

[Space]

My grandmother is organising an uilleann pipes player to play for my grandfather's 92nd birthday as a surprise

It's a piper not a pipe player, great present.

 

[Jill Hives]

I only went shopping an hour ago and now I feel like I failed miserably.

It's off to the minor complaint thread for me.

I wrote a short story about food shopping a few years ago. It's often a fail for me. I wander and wander and never really pick up anything. There was a 24 hour place in Boston I use to go to at like 3am so no one else would be there and I wouldn't get distracted. It didn't work but it provided inspiration.

 

[Denny Oubidoux]

I remember reading about people using the supermarket to find dates/rides in an Armistead Maupin book but I've never witnessed it or tried it myself, even in san francisco.

 

[GARYXKNIFEDX]

I love every berry. I don't discriminate.

Dangleberries?

 

[Jill Hives]

I think it's the weird hum of the shops. It makes me into a zombie and I just wander and watch people pick items and put them in their baskets. As if, I am looking to them to tell me what to buy. I've come home with items before and have been like, "WTF, why the hell did I buy this?" I buy food and none of it ever makes a meal. I just hate all shopping, I want someone else to do it for me. Basically, I want someone to take over my life and tell me what to do because I can't be bothered anymore. A posh prison or old folks home sounds appealing sometimes. I could do arts and crafts all day or learn to sew and meals are provided.

 

[hermie]

That's the best part about shopping. Trying to concoct a meal out of all the disparate ingredients you've somehow persuaded yourself to buy. Far too disorganized to actually write a list or look up a recipe beforehand. Usually ends with me eating something out of a tin and dipping something bread-like into olive oil.

 

[Jill Hives]

Can you do my shopping? Hold the bread though.

 

[тхеодоре кацзынски]

Being back on Thumped.
Now to complain.

 

[hermie]

Can you do my shopping? Hold the bread though.

Sure. Brace yourself for some nice sardine and prune pasta dinners. Healthy AND novel. I will expect more baking in return though.

 

[Unknown Convict]

Far too disorganized to actually write a list

i have a (laminated) master list, laid out according to the JC's floor plan. they moved the jam recently...

 

[washingcattle]

Being absolutely broke, shopping is a piece of piss. I just pick up food I know I can make last, tomatoes, some meat, herbs, pesto, pasta, rice etc.

It's when i have to go to Sainsburys for something in particular that the real hell begins. Everything looks great, I want to eat it all, there are cheeses and vegetables that are surplus to requirements, which i promise myself that when I have money I'll buy them and find a recipe, an excuse to use them. The shelves mock me, they beckon me to smash my self, my budget on the rocks of their prices. A decent piece of Lamb on special in the "soon to go out of date" discount section calls to me like a sirens song and I have to grit my teeth in my salivating mouth, and close my watering eyes and press ahead to the express DIY checkout where I count the change in my pocket twice to make sure I can get the one object I came in for. Then I slink away, ashamed and defeated, taunted and even more convinced that the day I make money is the day i have a heart attack.

 

[тхеодоре кацзынски]

Shop-lifting is the answer to your woes.

 

[Jill Hives]

Being absolutely broke, shopping is a piece of piss. I just pick up food I know I can make last, tomatoes, some meat, herbs, pesto, pasta, rice etc.

It's when i have to go to Sainsburys for something in particular that the real hell begins. Everything looks great, I want to eat it all, there are cheeses and vegetables that are surplus to requirements, which i promise myself that when I have money I'll buy them and find a recipe, an excuse to use them. The shelves mock me, they beckon me to smash my self, my budget on the rocks of their prices. A decent piece of Lamb on special in the "soon to go out of date" discount section calls to me like a sirens song and I have to grit my teeth in my salivating mouth, and close my watering eyes and press ahead to the express DIY checkout where I count the change in my pocket twice to make sure I can get the one object I came in for. Then I slink away, ashamed and defeated, taunted and even more convinced that the day I make money is the day i have a heart attack.

All my likes belong to Washingcattle.

 

[Space]

Being absolutely broke, shopping is a piece of piss. I just pick up food I know I can make last, tomatoes, some meat, herbs, pesto, pasta, rice etc.

It's when i have to go to Sainsburys for something in particular that the real hell begins. Everything looks great, I want to eat it all, there are cheeses and vegetables that are surplus to requirements, which i promise myself that when I have money I'll buy them and find a recipe, an excuse to use them. The shelves mock me, they beckon me to smash my self, my budget on the rocks of their prices. A decent piece of Lamb on special in the "soon to go out of date" discount section calls to me like a sirens song and I have to grit my teeth in my salivating mouth, and close my watering eyes and press ahead to the express DIY checkout where I count the change in my pocket twice to make sure I can get the one object I came in for. Then I slink away, ashamed and defeated, taunted and even more convinced that the day I make money is the day i have a heart attack.

I just realised that you probably have no idea that Wolfbait are playing in London on Friday. Do you live anywhere near Whitechapel?