The other day, I mentioned to my daughter that I was browsing the Epicure site looking for a particular blend of seasoning. Gerry and I had enjoyed a simple meal from Chef’s Plate the night before and I wanted to replicate it. Buying this blend, I told her, aligned with my chosen word for 2024—simplicity. The two of us often talk about living the simple life, and she reminded me I could probably create the blend myself (and I would have not long ago). She challenged me. Was my choice about simplicity or convenience?
I’ve been thinking about her question since then because we’re the type of people for whom words matter. I wanted to sort it out in my mind. I do things now that I wouldn’t have dreamed of a few years ago. Conversely, don’t do things I used to do. I wondered if the choices I make are more in the name of convenience.
I get regular deliveries of three meals a week from either Chef’s Plate or Hello Fresh. I might not do it forever, but it’s working for us now. On the off days, I make a big pot of something and freeze the leftovers. Other times, Gerry cooks a simple supper. It’s such a treat not to have to decide every day what to cook. We save money this way and make fewer trips to the grocery store, so I put this choice in both the simple and convenient categories.
I order more than a few things online. Dog food. Coffee. Caramel syrup. Vitamins. Clothes. I save money on these purchases by staying out of the stores and giving in to the temptation to make impulse purchases, and I buy at comparable, if not better, prices. I save time by not having to shop. Convenient, absolutely yes. Can I put online shopping in the simple category. I can make a case.
Not long ago, I would have been aghast at these choices. Having filled my larder with all manner of canned and frozen food during the summer, we were well-stocked and I cooked a big meal from scratch almost every night. I made my own seasoning blends, baked bread, kept the freezer stocked with cookies and bran muffins, and was busy every day. I made soap. Saved vegetable scraps and made stock (which I canned). I vermicomposted. Shop local, was the way to go. It still is, and I still do, but I make exceptions in the name of convenience, simplicity, and price. Energy too, which I seem to have less of with each passing year. To be honest, that’s the main reason I lean toward camp convenience more often these days.
Having reached the age of officially qualifying as a senior citizen, I’m okay with convenience. Spending the morning reading instead of shopping is a-ok with me. To me, the lines between simple and convenient blur. I’m okay with that.
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