Italian Market, oh how I love thee.
11 dollars. A week of fruit and veggies and a happy Chad when he comes home to a fresh cut pineapple. Every time we come home from the Italian Market, we lay everything out on the kitchen table and marvel at how much we got and how much money is still left in our pockets.
Often when I'm at the grocery store, I watch the price add up as they scan each item. I leave with a few bags full and on my way out, I look over the receipt to make sure they didn't charge me for a 22 pound turkey by accident. I come home and put away the groceries without any display, with no proud ---look what I got--- type attitude; which brings me right back to my first point,
Italian Market, oh how I love thee!
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