The end of the Thanksgiving leftovers brought in the beginning of a new shopping cycle. So be it.
I stopped at Aldi after acupuncture on Tuesday. Fruit (limited but lovely organic selections), some veggies, a pizza, some pumpkin for Oakley. OK.
At this time of year, Aldi brings in holiday goodies from Germany. Fancy chocolates; cookies; specialty cheeses; cakes and breads; crackers hum a chorus of temptation.
My adult self can tune out all but the the deep vibrato of the most celebratory chocolate. My inner child, however, needs noise canceling headphones.
I stood there with a bag of dark chocolate almonds in my hand. My early elementary self whispered, Can we get these, please?
Not a good idea.
Why? Almonds are good for you. So is dark chocolate.
True in theory, but what happened last time we bought a bag?
How long did the bag last?
Uhh… But they’re good for you. Look, they have dark chocolate and sea salt and they’re almonds!
If we eat it all in one shot, they’re not so good for you. I think we’d better put the bag down.
PUT. THE. BAG. DOWN.
The bag went back on the shelf.
Similar inner dialogs occurred in the seasonal isle with the sea salt caramels, truffles, and some crackers as well as the cheese section. We were able to compromise on some regular dark chocolate, a little extra fruit. That placated her.
We were able to get out unscathed, on budget, and with a minimum of bruised feelings. I made pasta for dinner (which makes her smile) and we went on to have a bit of chocolate for dessert, leaving us both at peace.