My Husband Demanded Luxurious Groceries, Then Accused Me of Wasting His Money — My Revenge Was Brutal
Now, here’s where things start to get tricky. You see, Dave has this thing for luxury. And when I say “thing,” I mean obsession. Especially when it comes to food. Gone were the days of regular grocery shopping. He didn’t want a normal steak anymore: he wanted Wagyu.
And not just any Wagyu, but A5-grade, flown in straight from Japan at $200 a pound. And it wasn’t just a pound or two. No, Dave needed five pounds for one of his fancy dinner parties. Five pounds of Wagyu. I’m not kidding.
But that was just the start. Last Monday, I went on our usual grocery run with his absurdly detailed list in hand. And, as if the Wagyu wasn’t enough, Dave had added even more ridiculous items to the list.
There was the white truffle oil, $100 for a tiny bottle. Then there was saffron, the world’s most expensive spice. He wanted that for a risotto; mind you, we’ve never made risotto in our lives, but suddenly it was essential.
A tiny jar of hand-harvested sea salt from the coast of Brittany — because apparently regular salt isn’t good enough — set us back $45.
