Sunday, I posted about how difficult it is to head into public places with my son. He was having trouble, it seemed, everywhere we went. Then, the next day came along and I was determined I would do something for me. Even if the little dictator was screaming and kicking, I was putting my foot down. I would have my way for a change.
Let me explain. It all has to do with ice cream. Not for him. For me. Yes, me.
Strangely, it all began at Weight Watchers. When you go to the meetings, sometimes you hear news about new foods that are good for you and can taste pretty good. Well, one of the foods that was mentioned was “ice cream” – yes! Well, it’s not really ice cream. But here’s the thing. When you are eating less, and truly, really enjoying food more because you are eating less, things start tasting better. When quantity goes down, the quality – at least for me – goes up.
So, I’m listening and I hear that I can have an entire tub – a pint – of this “ice creamy stuff” for three (3) points. Now, if you are not familiar with my program, let me tell you something. Three points is nothing. It’s a fiber bar. It’s inhaled and it’s gone. So three points and a tub of ice creamy stuff really got my attention. It gets better. I heard “multiple flavors”. What?! I’m in!
So it’s not a rich cream, but hey. Beggars can’t be choosers. The good part about this stuff is that it is gluten-free, fat free, good for the lactose-intolerant, and for the Type 2 diabetics.
So, listening hard, I heard that I could find this fun stuff at Sprouts Farmers Market. Now, I’ve been told this place was like a small, less fancy version of Whole Foods, which my husband lovingly refers to as “The Hippie Market”. I had never been to a Sprouts Market, but I knew one had taken over a former building occupied by the now-defunct Linens-N-Things near our office.
Going to a new place with my son is an “if-y” proposition in my world. He can get to the door and dig in his heels, demanding that it not happen. This has been happening less and less. He has, as he’s grown, gotten less and less fussy about heading into new locations, but it still remains on my mental red flag list.
Lucky for me, he was completely unfazed by the idea of heading in the Market. We walked in. I gave him a choice of sitting in a cart or walking and he chose the safety of the cart. It was different than any other grocery I’ve been in. There were aisles but not so high that I couldn’t see the whole store when I walked in. There was a deli and bakery, produce, meat, bulk foods and frozen foods. Lots of gluten free, low carb, low sugar foods, beautiful fresh produce, and it just had a mellow feel to it.
My son took an instant liking to it. He was content to sit in the cart and watch me calculate my points values as I bought meatless meatballs (surprisingly tasty, by the way) marinara sauce and other goodies. Then, we got to the coveted frozen treats! The coveted pint containers were there!! I took home chocolate, vanilla-maple, coffee and cookies and cream.
So far, I’ve tasted the chocolate and vanilla-maple. Yes, there is no creamy goodness. Cream is not an option for a girl like me. But there is a really good flavor to both. I knew going in it would be more of an ice-milk consistency and I’m okay with that.
But the moment I felt at home? I got to the front of the store to check out and this is what I saw:
Yes, that’s a magazine rack with “The Autism File” front and center. Right at my eye level. Yay! Instantly, I picked it up. The little guy read the title to me. Am I the only one who doesn’t know about this magazine? I haven’t read it yet but it looks great!
If you look above the magazine rack, you’ll see a reusable grocery bag. It’s blue. For Autism Awareness. When I checked the Sprouts’ website, I learned that they partner with Autism Speaks and that October is their Autism Awareness month! How cool is that? So awesome that they don’t just follow the pack but help spread awareness when others are not.
The woman who checked us out was neither condescending, rude or anything other than “normal”. Oh yeah, and she did not try to make small talk with my kid (another yay!) and did not give me any looks. Yup. Right at home here.
So, for now, I love this place. Fake ice cream and all.