We've switched over to canvas carry-alls for groceries instead of the ubiquitous plastic bags. Our local grocery chain helped us out with this by making them available for 99 cents each - they're nice, sturdy with a green bottle on the front - square-bottomed, wide straps - a very handy little bag.
We've probably bought six or eight by now, though, because of all the uses that people keep finding for them. For instance, they're the perfect size to hold a change of clothes and shoes. Or a lunch, complete with thermos. Library books. Or for taking the recyclables back. They're just right for a sick dolly and her blankie.
I managed to wrestle several away from my family and went to go check out the produce today. Four sweet potatoes, some gorgeous eggplant and a really nice butternut squash. I didn't use the little plastic bags for the veggies because - really, who doesn't wash their vegetables first?
I hummed a little, waiting at the check-out. There was a new girl being trained (I always pick that line. It's one of my talents.) and I waited, musing over which recipe I was going to use with the eggplant and wondering if I could get B to eat it again. Alton's steak recipe, I decided, and put my things on the conveyor.
I was trying to remember if we had cider vinegar at home when I realized what I was seeing. The cashier, talking very quickly to the trainee while she rang items up, was telling her how to bag items. "And of course look to see if they have the bags before you start. Look at the yams! Aren't they lovely!" she smiled at me while she stuck my sweet potatoes in a plastic bag and put it inside my canvas bag. Ditto the eggplant. I didn't wait for the squash.
"Uh, I don't need the plastic, thanks."
Her hands stilled, and she blushed. "No, no, of course not." She unloaded the plastic bags and put my vegetables (nudely?) back.
I was telling B later how I was saving the world, one plastic bag at a time! glad I hadn't brought more plastic bags home with me. Of course, I'm sure that the bags in question were immediately thrown away, so not much of a savings there.....
B frowned. I was deep in an explanation of BlogHer Canada's monthly goal when it struck me - he wasn't really upset about the environment. Nor the bags.
No, B was concerned about the eggplant.
'That's not really dinner, is it?'
Hmph. Some people should be in a bag.