Taco Bell is going to give me my next Doritos Locos Taco for free. And yours, too.
A couple of weeks ago, I opened a letter from my mom to find a $10 Trader Joe’s gift card nestled inside. I was touched, grateful, and excited about the possibilities—the same way I would have reacted to an Anthropologie or Sephora gift card in the past. In my mom’s note, she wrote, “Buy something decadent.” I’d been good-naturedly complaining about the amount of oatmeal I’d been eating.
You must, must, must read the back-and-forth between the pompous, aggrieved Edelman and the polite small business owner.
Not everyone has the luxury about worrying about the comfort of chickens.
It tricky to go shopping and not return with more than you expected. That’s because of Willpower.
The point of the holiday isn’t to partake of cranberry sauce, which is possibly the best straight-out-of-the-can food there is, but to partake of cranberry sauce across the table from someone you might not ordinarily see or even like all that much. Somebody you know — not some line cook paid $5.50 an hour — has to scrape that cranberry sauce out of the can into a bowl. Otherwise, so help me, it doesn’t count.
I am not uniformly miserly. I allow myself the pleasure of good beer, periodic meals out at places where the entrees cost more than ten dollars, and, now and again, a vacation. But waste still feels deeply difficult.