Nothing is.
My husband just went to the grocery store for me. It’s a rare trip if he doesn’t call me at least once while shopping for me. Today, though, his call wasn’t so much a question (like usual) but an exclamation.
“Did you know these red potatoes are $1.09 a pound?” he asked.
Yes, I told him I knew, but I’ve paid more than that lately, too. He was flabbergasted. He shops with me most of the time, so he sees the prices, but the price of potatoes brought it home.
I don’t know what people will do, especially retired people like us. People who live on a fixed income that stays mostly the same while prices keep climbing. People are going to starve. People are already starving. I’m lucky that we can afford to buy our groceries. For now.
I remember when potatoes and beans were the cheapest things one could buy to feed a family. Luckily, I don’t have to feed a family anymore, just Ray and I and occasionally our grandson. But “beans and taters” are no longer a cheap meal. Prices on everything continue to rise.
From being very poor as a young married woman, I know all the tricks of saving money on groceries and ways to prepare food to make it go the farthest, but I resent these prices.
