Good, bad and just plain ugly

I have a guilty pleasure. It’s looking at what other people are putting into their shopping trolleys in the supermarket. You can tell a lot about a person from the choices they make.  Since being in America, I have taken this to a whole new level. My new pleasure, completely guilt free, is not supermarket trolleys but the shelves, chillers and freezers of the store itself. You can tell a lot about a nation from the food they are fed.

I’ve become a supermarket lurker. I take items off shelves and put them back and I take photographs. Sometimes I even carry a basket so I look semi legitimate. I know it looks odd but when people realise that I’m not from round here (as soon as I open my mouth) they forgive me. I think.

So there I was, 3 days after Christmas in the supermarket, experiencing sensory overload and feeling overwhelmed  when I heard,  “There’s nothing in here. People have come in here in the last couple of weeks and bought everything up.” It’s all a matter of perspective I guess.

The choices are bewildering . Need cheese? You can have it shredded (finely or not), cubed, stringed, sticked, spreadable, in slabs or in a can. There are as many varieties of almond milk as there are of cow’s milk (with or without lactose) and there’s milk from cashews, macadamias, walnuts and pistachios.

The baddies are there in all their colourful, preservative laden splendour but there is also the greatest selection of organic products I’ve ever seen outside a farmer’s market. I felt healthy just looking at the fruits and vegetables which was just as well because I’d spent a long time staring at the extensive range of Reece’s products.  For someone with a soft spot for peanut butter cups it was a revelation. Frozen chocolate peanut butter mouse cake anyone? How about Reece’s breakfast cereal?

It was good to see organic alternatives for almost every canned, bottled or bagged product competing with familiar brands and at a competitive price too. There is no excuse people.

I liked the simple and visible (i.e BIG font size) nutritional information on  the packaging. I can’t get used to calling minced beef ground beef but I love that it is  clearly labelled with the percentage of lean and fat. The range of convenience foods was mindblowing – pre boiled eggs, seriously? – but some conveniences really did seem like a good idea. Chilled cookie dough in a tin may not be breaking news but to this Kiwi it is inspired. I loved the in-store pharmacy and the range of over-the-counter medicines. Looking for a hair product lost me at least 45 minutes. Usually faced with no choice at all, there were shelves of products that promised natural, tousled, bouncy, touchable, tamed , defined, perfect curls and all without a hint of frizz. I took photos of them all.

I’m running out of milk – cow’s, no fat – so my supermarket adventure will continue soon but here is the good, the bad and the ugly from my experiences so far.

The Good.

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The Bad.

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And the ugly.

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7 replies

  1. It’s an experience on its own !

  2. I love love LOVE this pos!. Definitely captures the shopping experience in the US and Canada (which I first experienced just a short 6 days ago). It really is overwhelming sometimes but… ohhh the possibilities! Happy shopping and thanks for the good, the bad, and the ugly photos too 🙂

    • Thank you for leaving a comment Francesca. I see from your blog that you haven’t visited New Zealand yet. I hope you’ll get there one day and if you do, let me know. It’s my stomping ground and I’ve got lots of tips!

  3. Yes, but do you know where the cow has been? At least in good old NZ we know the cow lives down the road in Waikato.
    And what is the point of non dairy whipped topping? Just don’t have topping people!
    Be a good girl now and eat those organics, keep off the Reeces and don’t get a reputation as ‘that weird woman that takes photos in the mall’

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