I don”t know how you were raised but when my mother caught me grazing on produce at the grocery when I was about eight and told me I was shop lifting! Red grapes are very good this year and I can’t buy a zip lock bag of the juicy things without finding evidence of incomplete mothering. I wasn’t surprised. I see this every year. What did surprise me was the equivalent of outsider art LIFE. I found only one bag left of my cat’s brand of crunchy food on Walmart’s shelf. The bag’s corner was torn open and there was evidence of GRAZING! I guess the person was not so much hungry as embarrassed to munch on cat food at home in front of his felines.

The Outsider Art painting below called, Grandmother’s Snake Cakes, also brings back fond grocery memories. John and my daughter Anna ate pistachios at every meal, and in between, so I could glue perfect half shells to Grandmother’s Snake Cake’s frame. Every day, for weeks, I’d say, “Sorry guys. I need you to eat only one more bag.” John bought several bags at a time but we still went back to the store every day, except for Sundays, for weeks.  nancymauerman.com

Grandma’s Snake Cakes – Framed