I have always loved grocery shopping. There is something deeply therapeutic about wandering the stalls of a greenmarket or even browsing the shelves of my local grocery store. I love planning the week’s meals, searching for the greatest olive oil on sale and snagging the juiciest Cara Cara oranges in the middle of winter. It’s relaxing, inspiring, and makes me look forward to cooking later that day and week.
But that was before I had a baby. Grocery shopping is a totally different story now that I have a 12-month-old. Here’s a glimpse into what it looks like now.