Today I could not justify the price differences for a Fresh Direct order. (My bill was $50.70 at the local grocery and would have been $61.10) This is what I got: (bear with me, there is a point to this)
Apple juice, 1 qt.
Applesauce, 46 oz.
Pasta sauce
1 box linguine
1 box spaghetti
Dried white beans
1 box Jello mix
1 box pudding mix
1 loaf Bread
2 bags frozen veggies
1 box frozen spinach
1 gallon milk
1pk. tortillas
Baby carrots
Celery
4 On-the-vine tomatoes
1 bunch bananas (actually cheaper at FD)
Plastic wrap
1/2 lb. coffee
1/2 lb. lunch meat
1/2 lb. cheese
There were other things I needed, but couldn't figure out how to haul them home. I took Corey's backpack and loaded the milk, juice, applesauce, and a few other things in it. I put Elias in the Bjorn. I put Ezra in the stroller and handed him the breads to hold on his lap. With one bag looped over each hand, I pushed the stroller 10 blocks home. I wish I had a picture.
As I loaded up to head out, the cashier asks, "You're not going to have these delivered?" What?! The dang grocery store delivers for free on orders that are more than $30. Are you kidding me? I was too flustered/proud to unload my burden at this point, so I carried every bit of it home. If I had known they delivered, I definitely would have splurged on the rum raisin ice cream.
Tomorrow I will go back. I will get everything I need. And I will have it delivered. Except for the ice cream. I will eat that while I am waiting for the truck to come.
New York is crazy.