How I Do What I Do: Grocery Savings

A homeschooling mama friend on facebook asked me about saving on groceries and I thought I’d update an old post.  Back here I posted about trying out a Cooking Day.  And then a few weeks later posted here an update to that.  I wanted to let y’all know what’s worked, what hasn’t, what’s changed, and beg you for further suggestions.

Of course, my aside, is this:  as most of you know, while I’ve been pregnant this has flown right out the window.  But I’m slowly moving back into this.  Slowly.  And I’m trying to give myself grace here.

In addition to the above posts we’ve learned a few other helpful things.  We buy whole fryer chickens instead of the frozen chicken breasts – saves a bunch – and makes a better tasting broth.  I had to get over the grossness factor, but it was so worth it for the money-saving factor.

We try to buy ground turkey – it’s usually much cheaper than the ground beef and we don’t mind any taste difference.

Lunch meat – oh my.  We go through so much of this.  The kids eat it straight from the pack for a protein snack.  We have cold sandwiches.  But our specialty is frying the meat, melting it with cheese, toasting the bread and having the best sandwiches ever!  So we try to buy those precooked, non-sliced half-ham things in the refrigerated section and have the deli slice it while we’re shopping.

The main thing I do is preparing ahead to making cooking quicker.  I don’t like fully cooked frozen meals.  They just don’t taste the same and I’m just picky that way.  But I will buy a bag of onions and use the chopper to chop them all at once, then freeze in a ziplock.  Anytime I need them I just get a few out and cook with them.  Same with bell peppers.  I brown the ground turkey, separate it by meals, and freeze.  I cook as many pancakes (with the cheapy mix) as I can at a time and freeze in one big bag.  Then pull out just as many as we need for breakfast.  I’ve only made homemade biscuits and frozen them individually once.  I didn’t feel the financial difference enough to stick with this.  When I was making my own bread, I would freeze it before the rising part of the process – then pull them out of the freezer, let rise, and bake as you normally would.  When I make apple-spice bread – I cook several fully and freeze.  Just thaw and eat.  When I boil the chicken I shred it all, and freeze separately by meals.

We buy in bulk, fix in bulk, and then when I want it pull out just what I want.

We buy the huge container of peanut butter – doesn’t last nearly as long as you would think around here.  We buy the big box of pancake mix (off-brand kind).  The big bottle of syrup and refill the little easier-to-pour bottle.  We buy the bag of popcorn kernels, and the big mix of buttery popcorn powder stuff for about $4 (what can I say?  I love the mega-movie kind!) and stove pop it.  It lasts much longer than the microwave kind – for MUCH cheaper.  I use dry beans and plan ahead for all of our chilis, stews, tacos, burritos, and such.  Much cheaper than cans.  We buy the big off-brand yogurt container fruit flavored, of course.  The flavor selection is smaller, but it’s much more cost effective – we will go through one of those in a sitting and I can control how much each child gets and actually eats.  I actually started making my own granola – saved a bunch of money and lasted a lot longer, also made a great cereal.  We buy coffee beans in the huge bag from Sam’s and grind them as we go, much more cost effective for the good tasting coffee.  We go through chocolate milk mix like it’s nothin’ around here.  I buy the big containers and usually try to buy the off-brand.

I’m wanting to make a good muffin mix in bulk and then use it like the little packets you can buy.  I haven’t done this yet, but want to – I think it will save us a bundle – any recipe suggestions here?

One of our biggest money savers I’ve found is in the laundry room – I’ll have a post up about that at Heart of the Matter soon.

I know I’ve missed plenty, but this is a good start.  I’ll think on it, you do the same, and please share your ideas with me and each other!

Same Kid, Different Day

This boy cracks me up.  What can I say?

From the time he was a few months old:

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To just a couple months ago:

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I love that boy!

Bits & Pieces

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While driving through the city the other day we saw teenagers holding a car wash.  The sign said, “For Prom!”  My husband yelled out the window at them, “Don’t go to prom!  Prom sucks!”

While being taunted by ThePrincess in her best “na na na na na” voice “Little girls are made of sugar.  And spice.  And everything nice.”  The 2 older boys said, “Yeah?  Well, boys are made of fire crackers and matchsticks!”

Upon awakening the other morning, ThePrincess said in succession, “Mama, when the baby comes out, will it be kinda… nekkid?”  “Mama, why are you scared of clowns?”  “Is Big Bird a boy or a girl?”  “Mama, tell me about when I was born.”

While playing pretend electric guitar, TheMiddlest said to ThePrincess, “Do you think this pimps?!”

While watching tv the other day, talking about a character on a show, TheOldest said, “He looks like a bear… I said giraffe, but I meant to say zebra.”

While coming out of the 2 1/2 month sick stupor of first trimester I actually said, “When I’m not puking I’m the queen!”

While jumping on the trampoline TheOldest made up a game where he jumps across the trampoline and sings, “Dance to your Destination!”

At the end of a pretend band that the kids were performing for at the end of the night Daddy started singing, “Bedtime is just around the corner (said coh-ner, in honor of my Dad!), Take and put your instruments away.”  We still sing it and it still brings about grumbles.  If I could record that song I would.

Around Easter BigMan began asking, “Why God die, Mama?”  And with every explanation, we were met with another, “Why God die?”  At about the 25 in a row mark we began to answer him with, “Because He loves you so much.”  Evidently he liked the tone and seriousness of our response because he continued to ask, “Why God die?” about 100 times a day for about a week.  I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of answering that question.

May This Moment Last

Saturday night, as the sun set, I sat on the front porch watching my children play in the rain puddles.  I could hear the music my husband was playing for me through the open door.  He started with the song “Yellow” by Coldplay, very fitting for the look of the sky just after the rain.  As I listened to the squeals of the four kiddos jumping in puddles and the floating sounds of a song I love, I remembered back to a time when I was a different person.  Far from who I am today.  Far from what I could’ve ever imagined back then.  I was carrying my oldest in my womb at the time.  I was working in the capital city downtown in a high rise, eating corporate lunches, validating my valet, and commuting to our rent house in the suburbs.  I knew life would change, but just how much was yet unveiled to me.  In that hour commute each way I would listen to the latest rock music, plan dinner, and dream about the life growing inside me.  He was such a surprise.  So unplanned.  So unexpected.  My clubbing had come to a halt by then, as had my drinking and smoking.  The changes were already taking form.  “Yellow” was popular at the time and just my kind of music.  Soft, beautiful, almost haunting, with enough pop to keep it from being too edgy.  I relished this song when it would come on.  Somehow, it spoke to my unborn.  Somehow, it captured a bit of the ethereal feelings I had for this life I didn’t know yet.  Somehow, it has become a song of emotion for me.

So, while rocking this newest life growing within me in the chair on the porch, allowing the music to wash emotion over me, I let the tears fall over my smile.  This little house in the country that I rarely leave, is only a few miles away from the building I used to find my worth in each day.  And, yet, it’s a lifetime away.  The unborn that I used to sing this lullaby to, now leads the others through the biggest puddle they could find and yells, “Watch this, guys, do this like me.”  And, he, as well, is a lifetime away from what I thought a child would be.  I had spent a great deal of my teenage and adult life with children, and yet he reinvented what children were to me.  He reinvented what I thought my life would be.  And that reinvention of my life is beautiful.  So different from my plans.  So full of puddles and laughter.

Not long after I crooned these lyrics on that beautifully monotonous drive to my little one, life changed.  I was one of many that didn’t make the economic cut.  We moved from the city to the crime ridden streets of the ‘hood that my husband had grown up in.  We tumultuously rode the ride set out before us.  One of poverty, living with parents, and being brought low.  But also one of sweet child after child.  One of finding our true meaning in life.  One of drifting from one another and growing closer than we’d been before.  A path that has brought me to a slower life of sitting, rocking, praying.  Praying that I won’t soon forget this moment of lilting music and children playing under a yellow sky.

“I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D’you know for you I bleed myself dry
For you I bleed myself dry

Its true look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine
Look at the stars look how they shine for you”

-”Yellow”  Coldplay

The Mixed Feelings I Have About My Closet

I have a love/hate relationship with our walk-in closet.

I love how big it is.

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I loved how I got all that material organized in it and even hung pictures in there.

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I hated how the kiddos found that cool material and it was instantly destroyed in the brief moment I was not paying attention.

I loved how I reorganized it with our school/learning implements and their buckets of toys.

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I hated how it turned into this:

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So much so that I left it like that for a minimum of 6 months.  Deciding that they could find other things to occupy them since they couldn’t take care of their toys.  Reluctantly, they did.

But now I have to have the new season of clothes that are hiding back there in boxes.  Ugh.  So in I dive to reorganize.  Again.

I’ve won before.  I will win again.  And I will not yell while I do it.

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