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Stuff at Kroger grocery store
The mention of the word Kroger often reminds me of my popular childhood store, Kroger grocery store, where we used to buy stuff during my childhood. I would most of the time sent to the store to buy various stuff. My mum would usually also shop from the store every weekend. I would always accompany her. As I walked through the store, I would have developed my perceptions of the list of items I encountered in the store. I developed different perceptions of every item that I would come across in the store.
One of the most common items that were arranged at the entrance of the store was beer. This item would always remind me of the fun festival activities and moments we had in our family. Usually, my father and his friends would take some beer during festivals. I never knew why there should be bias when it comes to celebrating festivals with beer drinks. I would remember that my father would not even allow me to have a taste of this particular drink. When I tried to pass a glass to him so that he could pour in some little beer, he would respond by filling the glass with soda, one of the things that I hated most with my father. The encounter of a beer at Kroger store would always remind me of many occasions I have been denied a test of this particular stuff at home. I, therefore, developed a perception that beer was only my father’s stuff at the store.
Just next to beer were eggs. This one would remind me of our family dog. The ingredient used to prepare breakfast meal in my family was very diverse, but would not include ingredients from eggs. In my family, eggs were not often taken and were purely meant for our dog. My sister would also occasionally use eggs to condition her hair. Eggs displayed at Kroger grocery store reminded me of the many other ingredients that lacked in many meals at home. Apart from eggs, garlic was also never used, and as a result, I always wanted to taste the aroma of garlic when I grew up. As I watched other people put eggs in their shopping bags at Kroger, I would see our dog gluttonously swallowing them.
You would not pass your eyes across shelves at Kroger without cream butter coming into sight. The cream butter staff was the most loved in my family. Every morning, as I walked into the sunlight illuminated kitchen every morning, I would see my mom handling the butter stuff. The oil is scalding as she makes a small ball from the butter in front of her. It is a fabulous breakfast now, and I would rash to the dining room with my sister. As always, my sister would get ready for her main role in the family, providing hot water for washing hands. Each time I accompany my mother into the store, I would watch her pick three butter dishes from shelves and put them into our shopping bag. It had grown a routine shopping in the family.
Among the stuff arranged in the next couple of shelves were frozen dinner, cereals, and Milk. Among these items, I would not want to see Milk. But I knew that my mother would grab it as soon as she sees it. This is the item that had denied me a test of tea all those days. In my family during my childhood, tea would be taken in the morning and in the evening as a drink after dinner. But Milk as a substitute for tea, not everyone but for me. I usually wondered why there should be such a high level of discrimination against a member of the family. My mother Mon would dismiss my request to have tea instead of Milk only by mentioning that tea was meant for adults only and Milk for children. So I had to stick with Milk, but I wondered why my elder sister would take tea. Is she an adult? I never got the answer to this question, and there was no one willing to answer me anyway. On the shelves, bread would always go hand in hand with creamy butter. So, even before you are reminded, you should be able to match this pattern when you pick cream butter, the next stuff is bread.
At the proximity of the exit of the store, gas cylinders were compactly packed, and we would have occasional shopping on them. This item reminded me of the smoky kitchen, where I would see my mother only some days back. My family had just transformed from a traditional family into a modern family. The kitchen of some point in my childhood was always smoky at first when kerosene was used for cooking until we bought our first family gas stove. Back then, it was easy to notice when someone was in the kitchen just by observing smoke come out. The transformation had made the food aroma spicy. Therefore, most of the stuff at Kroger grocery store had a lot of fun in my childhood and carried great memories of the family traditions I observed.