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Once a week our intrepid designated-shopper ventures out, suitably gloved (trendy blue rubber), protectively scarfed, and armed with a very long list.

I haven’t been supermarket shopping for a month. Not since my trip to prepare for my homecoming brood. I returned that afternoon ashen and visibly shaken. Quite traumatised, in-fact, by the row-after-row of empty shelves that had accosted  me. The long-and-the-short is that my ‘captive tasters’, aka the brood, have banned me from shopping and chained me to the cooker! Don’t worry it’s the best place for me. Continue reading →