I have an embarrassing admission to make.  Sometimes, blogging for Ecometro comes with little perks.  Bennies.  Schwag.  That’s not the embarrassing admission.  It’s coming.

Some of the schwag is pretty good, like the chance to try out New Seasons home delivery completely FREE.  Not free groceries, but the service.  The whole month of February was set aside for this purpose, for my special advantage, the idea being that I could get groceries delivered and then write about it--how it changed my driving habits, or didn’t, how it reduced my carbon emissions, or didn’t.  You get the idea.  I COMPLETELY blew it off.  Never did it, not even once.  Not even when everyone was sick and I was in the throes of a back spasm attack.  Why?

I come to another embarrassing admission:  I like going to the grocery store.  I don’t like it when my children bicker and I hiss reprimands at them between my teeth and look like an unfit parent.  I don't like it when they beg me for things and I seem like the completely uptight, authoritarian parent who never buys anything fun: “No of course I am not buying those.  We can make them ourselves.”  “I am not paying five dollars for ten bandages with pirates on them.”

But I do like picking things up, checking if the sale items are really less expensive than comparable nearby items, seeing what the food samples are, spraying Dr. Hauschka toner on my face in the Wellness Department.  I geek out on how much things cost per ounce, I like to look at the cheeses I can’t afford, I feel reassured seeing other parents who appear to be nearing a nervous breakdown.  I feel like I’m part of the modern marketplace.  It’s a social thing, even if I only talk to a couple of people: “Have you tried these? Are they any good?”

There is an article on the World Changing website that discusses home delivery, not just of groceries, and a couple of people discuss the hunting and gathering appeal of shopping.

My final embarrassing admission is that I’m just not sure if I trust someone else to choose my food for me, which is ridiculous given the control I relinquish in a restaurant.  How do I know if I won’t try?

So I want another chance—I’ve asked if I can have the deal extended.  Meanwhile, four other bloggers accepted the same offer and I notice that they have all been silent on the matter so far.  I’d love to know how often any of them did it, if they did it at all, and if they missed the little cups of free coffee and squirts of shea butter hand lotion.

Editor's note: The deal is extended!