Remember when I went on a wild goose chase for real oatmeal last month? Today, I went on another pilgrimage, braving traffic and rastas selling all manner of cheap goods on the highway, straight across the island and out west…
This time, to Pricesmart. Because today was ALL about the canned tomatoes.
Let’s back it up for some context, shall we?
Though my student days are over, my cheap budget days never will be. I used to be motivated to penny-pinch by shoe lust; now, it’s fabric-mania and Target trip lust that keeps me and my wallet on our toes. So, when I moved to Trindiad, I was more than ready to do as I had done everywhere else, and shop in a few different places to make sure I got all my deals.
In Trinidad, that means:
- Sunday farmer’s market (at least twice a month): for 90% of my veggies, plus fruit
- Dodgy roadside veggie man: for mid-week vegetable top-ups or for full veggie shopping on weeks when I’m too tired/lazy/hungover to get up early on a Sunday
- Supermarket: for basic dry goods, eggs, etcetera once a week (if I’m organized). I vary between two: one has lower prices and frozen spinach/berries and HUGE lines to park the car, get through the damn store, and pay, plus I always seem to catch them on Very Surly Cashier Day. The other one is closer to home and I don’t usually have to wait for a parking spot, but it has terrible selection and lots of freezer-burned items; also, they really hate packing my stuff into reusable bags (but get most surly if I try to pack them into the damn bags myself.
And then…. There’s Pricesmart.
The first time I went with The Most Fabulous S, it was love at first sight. How could I have lived without a 10-lb. can of corn before? And how did no one tell me that the way to buy beer, toilet paper, and deodorant was by the dozen? Oh, be still my heart. We walked out of there like we’d just seen the Virgin Mary and the baby Jesus all rolled into one and they’d commanded us to shop till the back of the car dropped.
However, after subsequent visits, I realized that buying my vanilla creamer in liters was not exactly cost-conscious, unless I planned on drinking it straight up with every meal before it went off (or didn’t mind using three-month-old creamer, beating the lumps out, and risking food poisoning in the process). Nor was buying 25 apples that went mushy AFTER I ate them raw/in oatmeal/in cobblers/in muffins/in my sleep. And the corn? Let’s just say that a ten-pound can (or ten one-pound cans) were actually the same price as buying (cue gasp) ten one-pound cans at Freezerburnmarket.
Yes, my friends, I was a victim of the Blind Bulk Buy Syndrome. EVERYTHING seems like a deal when it’s in army-feeding size—but it not always is.
Since then, I taken a very good look at what I buy in bulk by weighing the cost difference between the bulk and smaller packages and by asking myself if, really and truly, it’s worth plunking a big amount of money down for a product I may not use all that much or really even need. I’ve finessed my cheap-girl, bulk-buying habits to a beautiful, artful science and I even did enough math to make my head spin and reach for a whiskey to show you! I’ve listed TT amounts; if you’re curious about how much that is in USD, just divide the TT amount by six.
- Canned tomatoes (10 14-oz cans for 56 TT=7 TT a can, as opposed to 11 TT a can at the supermarket. That’s a whole 54 TT less at Pricesmart. 54 TT gets me enough fabric for a skirt—a very nice one.
- Pasta: 32 TT for four boxes of any pasta, or 8 TT per box. Much better than 13 TT per box at the supermarket. Twenty TT gets me enough phone credit for a month (I don’t talk much, granted) or two lovely, bright n’ garish nail polish bottles.
- Olive oil: A gallon goes for about 120 TT. A half gallon goes for that much at the supermarket. 120 TT gets me enough fabric for a shirtdress with a flouncy skirt, or a manicure (should I ever go back to the mean yet competent manicurist).
- Shampoo: same case as the olive oil. I get twice as much of a good brand as I get of the paint-stripping cheap kind I (admittedly) buy otherwise. I told you, I’m CHEAP.
- Cranberries: Same as olive oil and shampoo.
- Oatmeal: OMG, I hit the holy grail today! Steelcut oats, in flood-protecting-sandbag size, was finally found. The price doesn’t even matter. I’d give away my future firstborn (and my favorite red wooden platform sandals, the ones I can barely walk in but still kiss each day) to have non-mush oatmeal again.
All in all, I went in with the definitive list and came out with a few extra great deals (did I mention wine? Decent wine for the price of the grape juice fermented in a microwave that passes for wine at the supermarket? Yeah, I got wine!). Best of all—I didn’t make the back of the car drag down low:
The Most Fabulous S would be proud indeed.
In other happenings around here:
I had a pretty good 4-mile run! I didn’t die, didn’t swallow any mosquitoes, and even ran into a few friends on the way. Might this be a signal that 5 miles are coming soon? And should I just keep that to myself so I don’t set myself up for embarrassment when I make it into the local papers for fainting/biting a dog/drinking out of the rain gutters from run-induced desperation and mania? Oops. Y’all know how I can’t keep these things to myself… So yes, expect me to log five miles soon. (Just don’t expect me to live and tell the tale).
I tried my hardest not to look like a West Moorings housewife (read: expat white, filthy rich, deathly bored) by going channeling Puerto Rican charm (I hope) in a ruffly and booty-hugging getup today:
And I reveled in the freedom of working from home by making muffins this morning—apple and dried cranberry, full of (quick) oaty goodness:
So what if I forgot the sugar? I gave them the slightest swipe of maple butter and that was more than enough. It goes to show that most recipes call for WAY too much sugar (for my taste, anyway).
And, for the grand Cinco de Mayo dinner, an old favorite came out: Drunken Bean Tamale Pie!
So tasty. It’s been too long, my old friend.
How do you food shop? How do you determine what’s worth getting in bulk/paying more for/traipsing halfway across the city/state/island to get?