Thursday, 1 April 2010

The joys of popping down the shops

Last weekend was a long one in the country. It occurred to me that an almost insuperable problem in living there permanently would be the planning required. I'm not sure my mental pathways could adapt now to the necessary changes.

In the city, if you'd like some lemon on your fish, or fancy a few slices of salami, or have run out of milk for the porridge you just pop round the corner. In the country, you have to do massive, cover-all-eventuality shops, planning menus days in advance. And if you mess up or fancy something on a whim you'll go short unless you drive to the nearest town.

We don't use the car for days sometimes and often decide what to have for dinner just before we have it. It's liberating to come back to.


dearieme said...

In the country, you just walk down your field and slaughter the fatted calf.

chris said...

You can have the best of both worlds by living in a market town. Here in Oakham I'm 5 minutes walk from open countryside but only 10 minutes walk from several food shops.

worm said...

well I live in a town and yet never have to pop to the shops (apart from, it must be said, the occasional emergency bottle of booze or fags) My german hausfrau plans the entire weeks shopping with military precision every sunday, and then we cycle across town to the supermarket. It is organised so that we always cook every evening meal for 3 people, and I then take the extra left overs to work for lunch the next day. Alles muss in ordnung sein!

I am but a humble pawn in her plan for a global master race of efficiently-fed, tupperware-carrying ubermensch

Gaw said...

Dearieme: Surely regulations relating to animal slaughter make this unfeasible? An approved abattoir or vet would be required and they'll involve a journey and/or a wait.

Chris: Oakham? Don't you have particularly delicious chickens there too? Sounds a fine place. I grew up in Cirencester so have a soft spot for market towns. And my brother lived in Ledbury for a few years, which is a very fine example.

Worm: You truly live a married idyll. And this all must have the pleasing effect of making you feel very Englishly eccentric.

chris said...

Oakham doesn't produce chickens - it's just a word that M&S uses as a brandname.
Pretty much anything else grows round here, though. It's hard to drive round Rutland without hitting a pheasant.

Gaw said...

Funny how the M&S brand, having absorbed some particular quality associated with Oakham, is now reflecting back something that isn't there. Peculiar and not entirely pleasant.