Tonight I made my sixteen-year-old son J finish some chips and dip. He said he was finished, but I begged to differ.
Normally I don’t police his meals, really. One of the benefits of having teenaged boys in the house is that they don’t need to be coerced to eat. I would even venture to say that the lack of need for Jim and me to be directly involved with making sure they eat their vegetables (they do) or try new things (they do) almost makes up for the fact that they eat us out of house and home, as the saying goes. Almost.
The reason I stepped in to save the half-teaspoon of dip from the garbage?
You see, I made this excellent (but beyond unhealthy) dip last night: it’s a family favorite. The ingredients are simple: Rotel diced tomatoes, cream cheese, and turkey Italian sausage.
Normally I get the sausage at my regular grocery store, but recently my sister and I bought into one of those group deals for the store that’s called, well, let’s say “Schmole Schmoods”. We drove over there yesterday with the $20 vouchers that we paid $10 for, and set out with our small list of items we needed to complete a couple of dinners on our meal plan, sausage being one of them.
We went to the meat counter and I noticed that the sausage was $5.99 per pound. They make it in the store, and of course it’s very, very fresh. It looked great! I asked the guy behind the counter for five links, which is the amount that comes in the styrofoam package I usually get.
He piled the links on a piece of coated paper on top of the scale, and I gasped a little bit when I realized that what I had asked for weighed around a pound and a half.
It was more than nine dollars worth of sausage.
Let me say that I LOVE Schmole Schmoods. I completely respect their commitment to selling quality foods and understand that the quality food you find there is, naturally, priced higher than that which you can buy at a “regular” grocery store.
However, um, nine dollars for sausage?
That’s not a price I would feel comfortable paying on a regular basis, nor is the six dollars for a store-brand gallon of milk (which I did not buy).
So you can imagine my dismay when J walked into the kitchen tonight with a Barbie-sized amount of dip left in his bowl, intending to throw it out. I said, “That’s, like, two bucks worth of sausage in there! (not really.) EAT IT.”
And he did. I hope he really, really enjoyed it, because we’re going back to our regular turkey Italian sausage from the regular grocery store the next time I make that recipe.