So here’s the deal. My husband has challenged me to cut back on our grocery budget. He actually asked how I used to save money while I worked my very first job in NYC. Here’s how that conversation went:
Kase: When you worked at the Council, how did you budget for groceries?
Kate: (looking confused) I didn’t eat.
Kase: Be serious.
Kate: I am! I weighed 105 pounds (ed note: Those were the days!) I made $1,800 a month and my rent was half that. In order to enter my room, I already had to walk sideways since the door couldn’t open all the way without hitting my bed. I literally couldn’t afford to eat. Groceries were expensive. Sushi was actually cheaper, though I couldn’t afford that either. What I would do was, I would steal leftovers at lunch and then eat cereal for dinner. On the weekends, I either worked events where the caterers would feed me or I accepted dinner dates with Turkish oil heirs. When my parents were in the city for an opera, I would invite myself to have dinner with them before hand. I mean, because I love them. And enjoy their company. That’s how I budgeted for groceries. In a roundabout way.
Turns out, this conversation was not helpful in sorting out ways to cut our grocery budget. Not only because my parents don’t live nearby, but also because they don’t attend the opera in Boston. Also, due to the fact that I am married, I can no longer accept dates with other men. And also, because I am, apparently, an adult, with a family, I need to somehow sort out how to control my grocery budget and yet still feed them. Vultures.
Kase thinks such a challenge appeals to my competitive nature. He is wrong. I just want to eat what I want to eat when I want to eat it. You will most likely see me on the Biggest Loser in the next 10 years. I have willpower issues.
I turned to my blogger buddies and notice they keep menu plans. I suppose this helps them plan their grocery budget as well. How novel. I pretty much hit up the store daily, depending on what my tummy feels like consuming that day. I almost always leave with something from the ice cream aisle. Apparently, this leads to sloppy budgets. And guts.
How do you save when it comes to your food budget? Do you eat cereal for dinner? Accept dates at Olive Garden, where you shove breadsticks into your purse for later? Not saying I did that…..Just that I did that. Olive Garden is the bomb.