Sunday morning negotiations

Jake’s been sitting at the breakfast bar for twenty minutes now, methodically writing down every single thing we might possibly need at the store. The man has listed seven different types of cheese. Seven. For two people.

Sunday morning negotiations

I pointed out that we still have half a block of cheddar in the fridge, but apparently that doesn’t count because it’s “for sandwiches, not for the charcuterie board we might want to make someday.” This is the same person who ate cereal for dinner three nights in a row last week.

The great cheese debate continues

But honestly, watching him take our grocery planning this seriously is kind of sweet. He’s got different sections for produce, pantry items, and what he’s calling “experimental purchases” - which is code for the fancy olive oil he’s been wanting to try. We compromise on four cheeses and call it adulting success.