I am a Very Bad Influence.

Out running errands last night, Dylan and I stopped at Costco to pick up another bag of spinach and a carton of eggs. We manage to devour a two and a half pound bag of triple washed spinach each week and are thankful that we can get our fix for $3.99. If we were better (or richer) people we would buy the organic spinach - but it's $.3.79 for a one pound package.  So for $.20 more we can get 2 and a half times as much - for the volume we go through, there's just no comparison. Add in $1.29 for 18 eggs and you can see why we love Costco so much!

Since we were cutting it close to their 8:30 closing time, we decided to divide and conquer - I went to grab our pictures from the photo center and Dylan headed to the produce section for the spinach with plans to meet up at the eggs.  I managed to get to the refrigerated section first and started to look around. 

There I found Pillsbury Crescent Rolls - four 8oz. packages for only $5.89 (individual packages at the grocery store are usually over $2 each).  What a good deal! And Dylan did just make a big batch of soup; these would be perfect to accompany it. I knew they are his absolute favorite bread item - the one baked item he loved enough to attempt in his bachelor days.  So even though they are fattening and full of gluten, I pulled them off the shelf and triumphantly presented them to him.

Of course, they were purchased.  And he baked his first package that night. And ate four of them, saving the other four for breakfast this morning. And he loved it! 

Feeding my man is one of my favorite things to do.  And he loves to eat.  What a match made in heaven!  It's just that we both want to be healthier. It's hard to balance the desire to give pleasure with taking care of our health.  This is something I am still working on and so is Dylan.  He knows my weakness for french fries - I love them!  If he hears about a restaurant that has good ones, he's ready to take me to check it out.  He just wants me to have something that I enjoy.  But I don't need them and probably shouldn't eat them.  But I really want to.  So we end up going out and sampling fries more often than we should. Oh, well.

This is still a work in progress and probably always will be.