Shopping day is Thursday.
But today K suddenly found himself with plans to go to Fukushima and see his parents. Fukushima that is still under a literal and metaphorical radiation cloud. MIL called and asked me to send her up a box of veggies. Any leaf veggie. Anything we have in the garden whatsoever and as much as we could spare.
Gardening season is underway and at the moment we have heaps of swiss chard, cos lettuce, oak leaf lettuce, snow peas, kale and parsley. This is pretty good for this time of year around here. Unfortunately MIL would only know what to do with the snow peas and even then she prefers them immature- before they get peas in them- and I like them with peas so there's not a lot to send up. Knowing that she loves butterbur and that we have plans to weedwhack the whole plot of the stuff I collected up a big armful of that and tied it up and then headed to my favourite supermarket to stock up for her.
MIL has a (albeit sometimes misdirected) heart of gold and I knew she would want enough to share with friends, neighbours, and friends of neighbours and neighbours of friends etc etc so I bought:
3 huge wong bok/ hakusai
3 bags of eggplants
7 bags of bok choy/ chingensai
4 bags of komatsuna
The three hakusai alone filled to overflowing my first shopping basket. By the time I added a bag of chocolates, two bags of senbei and 4 cans of coffee for K to make his after work 6 hour dash up the highway it was a stare-worthy haul indeed. And stare people did. My usual weekly shop with a week's worth of meat and all that milk gets a couple of second glances and I just smile and nod and keep on shopping but today even I admit it looked a little odd- were we keeping 10 rabbits?
Get to my register operator and she does a double take and says how nice it is to see me twice in the one week (ooohhh love her!) and then she bats me on the arm and admonishes 'Did you have a party?'
I was a bit taken aback. Huh? A party? Why did she think that? Are we really at the stage that she would be offended if I didn't invite her to a party that I didn't even have??
Yes! You were in here yesterday and bought all that food and then you're here today with all this food more!
Oh! No. No party. My husband is going to see his parents in Fukushima tonight.
The very word "Fukushima" has the power to kill conversations at the moment.
Araa! That's tough. Your husband is a good son.
And I walked out with my overfilled shopping baskets to a few more stares.