Lori Borgman: Going to the grocery store, buy less and pay more | Way of life

With the increase in the price of groceries, bacon can become a luxury we can live without. I just saw a pack at the store for over $ 10. Granted, it was a thick slice, but still. When I got home, I told my husband that we are now going to ration the bacon.

I could have told I was pregnant and the man would have looked less dazed.

When he got back on his feet he mentioned that we ran out of paper towels.

“Sit down,” I say. “I don’t buy paper towels anymore.”

Using a paper towel is like tearing a dollar bill from a roll and throwing it in the trash. The price of paper towels has gone up and toilet paper is just behind.

I recently rated the steaks, thinking we could grill outside one last time before the weather cooled down. We could, but we’ll have to take out a home equity loan first.

Salmon has risen so much that some are wondering if they gave up swimming in exchange for hiring Uber drivers.

The sound of parents panting at the grocery store is shocking as they stand in front of empty shelves that once held lunchables and cold cuts.

It’s a similar story in the dairy aisle. After all, there might be a reason to cry over spilled milk.

One of the large grocery stores I frequent uses refrigerated cases that previously held meat to now contain fruit. This makes the scarcity of the stock a little less obvious. All cooks know this trick. This is called thinning the soup.

The shortage of crisps has persisted since the summer. Can a nation survive without Hint of Lime Tostitos? Yes. It can and will be. That said, I recently spotted two bags on a top shelf out of reach. Another woman, a much taller woman, was able to reach them both and gave me one. She could literally be the salt of the earth.

The pretzels also became uneven. The only thing worse than a pretzel-less ball game is the Pretzel-Free World Series. In a way, we will survive.

We booked a hotel room recently. It looked like the website had made a mistake as we only wanted one room, not an entire block. It turned out that the quote was for one room.

Not long ago people started to say that 60 was the new 50, and 50 was the new 40, referring to age. With today’s new mathematics, eight is the new five and five is the new three – in money, not in years.

I went to refuel the car and was shocked by another increase in the price of gasoline. Of course, it can always be worse. We could live in California.

When meat gets expensive, you can make peanut butter sandwiches for lunch and cook more pasta, but no vehicle in the world will run on Ragu or Skippy.

(Lori Borgman is a columnist, author and speaker. Her new book, “What Happens at Grandma’s Stays at Grandma’s” is out now. Email her at [email protected])

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