Freezer Section

Looks daunting.... right?

I am pretty much scared of the freezer section in any grocery store. After living in Brazil for the past three years, where freezer sections resemble the small middle of the isle coolers from long ago, I have opted to buy fresh. Well, really I had to buy fresh because the only thing available frozen tasted like crap except for the yummy cheese bread balls that come frozen and you bake.... sooooo good.

Now my shopping experience goes something like this.

Enter the grocery store where a warm blast of air blows my hair all over the place and Belle is squiggling screaming, "ooooohhhh!". I grab a cart where there is not only one place for my child to sit but two so I struggle to get her legs in the appropriate holes. By the time we actually enter the grocery store I am already sweating and Belle is saying, "da", which means done. Yes, I know. I am done too sweetie.

We walk circles around the fresh fruit and veggie section trying to find the basic tomatoes, onions, and  bell peppers. Too many choices!! Trust me I love it but my mind is in overload. How do people deal with this many choices everyday without their head exploding? I guess I will just have to learn to turn off all the stimulation. Not to mention that tons of employees that sense my body odor screaming 'lost' and they swarm like vultures on fresh road kill. Then to add the fact that I actually understand everything they are saying.... EVERYTHING!

I do have to say that our ears go through tons of information littering.

Now on to the meats. Really. I don't even know where to begin with all of this. Reeducation of types and cuts will be performed once I get over the anxiety of the fruits and veggie section. For now I just grab one type and cut be it ground chicken or lamb shanks.

Next to the dried food. At this point Belle is really telling me she is done and I am there too. I don't even pretend to know the types of food available..... barbecue wheat thins? When did these come into play? I grab a box hoping to have found a healthier option than barbecue Lays.

Then I see it. The Freezer section.

It stares at me, whispering for me to come and take a look. I mentally scream back at it saying, "the last time I did that I almost peed my pants because automatic lighting came on each cooler I walked by..." no I will not venture to you again. The five floor to ceiling isles stand unvisited by this freezer novice for now.

Eventually our paths will cross but not today freezer. Not today.

Tchau,
Sara