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“We, in the interest of the so-called progress, have been persuaded to leave the production and at times the cooking of our food to companies whose owners and employees make a living by exploiting our busyness or laziness and our innate hunger to continue living.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“A few minutes later Agnes had reached the market and was battling through the throng. She stepped over rotting offal and cabbage leaves to prod breasts of pheasant and partridge. She sniffed oysters and herrings and asked the prices of oranges, shouting her requirements over strident cries of "New mackerel!" and "White turnips and fine carrots, ho!" and "Fine China oranges and fresh juicy lemons!" She watched a juggler with blackened teeth catching knives in his mouth, then sampled a corner of gingerbread so spicy tears welled in her eyes. The street child had slipped from her thoughts.
Within the hour, Agnes had arranged deliveries with half a dozen tradesmen whose goods she could not carry, and jotted every item and its price in her notebook for Mrs Tooley's accounts. In her basket she had carefully stowed sweet oranges, Jordan almonds, two dozen pullet eggs, a pickled salmon, half a pound of angelica, the same of glacee cherries.”
― Janet Gleeson, The Thief Taker

“I thought you'd left me," he said.
"Monday is shopping night," she replied.
"Yeah, but I thought you left me. I was so scared," he rasped, face folding.
Two pints of milk, two tubs of Greek yoghurt, Parmesan, and smoked mackerel for the fridge.
"Well, I haven't," she said. "I went shopping."
Whole wheat spaghetti, two tins of chickpeas, two tins of tomatoes, and red lentils for the cupboard.
"Are you OK?" he asked.
Garlic, sweet potatoes, and red onions for the bottom drawer.
"Darling, please talk to me," he begged.
Bananas, apples, and Comte pears for the fruit bowl.
"Darling, please. I can't have you not talking to me."
A bar of 85 percent Green and Black's and Kettle Chips for the top cupboard.”
― Lottie Hazell, Piglet

“Inflation hurts us all. Today I'm seeing inflation at the grocery store, the leisure sector, and even on my golf scorecard. Yes, The Central Bank is to blame for my horrendous game.”
― Jarod Kintz, To be good at golf you must go full koala bear

“For food, we initially relied on nature; then ourselves; and now other people.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“I fell in love with the girl who fell in line for one serving of strawberries," he admitted. A series of thoughts swirl around Miguel’s head of the girl waiting in line with one medium-sized tub of strawberries. The image of it. He asked: “Was it her persistence of wanting the fruit? Was it the youthfulness of the fruit? Was it the mystery of wondering how she’d eat them—on the grass outside or at home or in the car? Why? Was it wanting to know if she felt stupid herself for waiting in such a long line? Or wanting to know if she at any point felt like abandoning the line? Was it the simplicity of someone who knows what they want? The pleasantness of going to the market and not being seduced by other treats? Was it her patience?â€� Charm is so dissatisfying.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, The Goodbye Song

“You may use a shopping cart to get your groceries, but I just use regular clothes. That way all my items are FREE.”
― Jarod Kintz, I design saxophone music in blocks, like Stonehenge

“Grocery shopping was intimidating...the aisles were filled with everything from jumbo to miniature travel-sized rations. Who could I call to ask, “Does the size even matter?â€� I dare not ask my ex-wife.”
― Tez Brooks, The Single Dad Detour: Directions for Fathering After Divorce

“She had already tied on her apron and started tapping notes into her phone as Daisy laid out the ingredients: a whole kosher chicken; a bottle of olive oil, a pound of butter, a lemon. Onions, garlic, shallots, shiitake mushrooms, Parmesan cheese, and a container of arborio rice; fresh rosemary and thyme, a bag of carrots, a half-pound of asparagus, and a half-pound of sugar snap peas. That was for dinner. For pantry staples, she'd gotten flour, white and brown sugar, kosher salt and Maldon salt, pepper, chili, and paprika; for the refrigerator: milk, eggs, and half-and-half, and, for a housewarming gift, a copy of Ruth Reichl's My Kitchen Year and two quarts of her own homemade chicken stock.”
― Jennifer Weiner, That Summer

“For the first time ever Kya walked alone toward the village of Barkley Cove to buy groceries - this little piggy went to market.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“We are cooking together again, and he asked me to pick up some salad greens and a loaf of something "Italian-ish," so my tote bag is brimming with bunches of peppery arugula and tender lamb's lettuce and a half loaf of Rick's pane pugliese, a crusty Italian peasant bread with a delicate, open crumb and slightly sour, caramel flavor. For dessert, I decided to buy half of one of Rick's rhubarb crumble tarts---vanilla custard encased in a tender shortbread crust and topped with roasted chunks of ruby rhubarb and a buttery oatmeal crumble”
― Dana Bate, A Second Bite at the Apple

“The groceries we were raised on can be no less affecting in memory than the toys we played with, the friends we made, the places we made camp.”
― Glenn Haybittle, Byron and Shelley

“Look, the old lady’s going to allow you in her house, hmmm? You think she’ll remember if a few groceries she bought are missing the next day? Hell, she probably won’t even remember buying them by the time she returns home.”
― Finn Eccleston, The Community: A Funny and Disturbing Conspiracy Mystery Novel

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