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Not Buying Those Again

As I've mentioned a couple of times now, grocery shopping has gotten a lot more creative lately. We are being very conservative about going outdoors during the pandemic, so we try to get many of our groceries delivered to us where we can. As we have discovered, though, there are times when that means that we end up with surprises about what the actual item in question consists of. It's not a huge deal, but it does lead to some confusion and some laughs when it happens.

This time around, we had a slight variation on that general theme. You see, we decided to buy groceries from Whole Foods because they deliver and because Amazon is still a thing in our household. Specifically, we chose to purchase a frozen berries pack. It had a mix of strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries, so we figured it'd provide a little variety. Now, we do tend to favor fresh produce when we can find it, but we are not above buying frozen fruit or frozen vegetables. At the end of the day, they still provide nutrition, and I'd rather eat frozen vegetables than no vegetables at all.

I will also say that there are two appealing notions about frozen fruits and vegetables: the portion sizes tend to be a bit larger, and they will last for a while. If we can buy a whole bunch of fruit at once, that makes it easier for us to ensure that we continue to get the nutrition we want from those food items. So, we were somewhat excited about the notion of finding a new source of cheap, flavorful fruits.

When they arrived, we dug into them a day or so after they arrived, and we were happy with our purchase. That, however, led to the incident that prompted this post. The Mild Wife figured that since we had an ample amount of berries, she'd try making a berry compote type thing (think like the filling to a pie without the actual pie crust).

I have no idea why, but the result stained our teeth blue. You know how kids sometimes eat candy that makes their teeth and tongues look like the color of the candy? It was like that. I mean, drinking some water and brushing our teeth fixed this, but this was not the result that we'd expected. This was also the first time that simply eating berries had created this effect, even though this was not the first time that a compote had made an appearance in our home.

We checked the ingredient list on the bag to see if there was anything unexpected in the berry mix, but nothing was listed there other than just the fruit. Whatever it was, the nutritional facts box wasn't going to help us any. Still, we'd made a healthy amount of the compote, so we knew there would be a second helping at some point. We consumed the second time around a lot more cautiously, but we noted the same result: a blue stain.

We did ultimately end up eating the result of that compote, but at this point, I don't think we're going to ever buy that berry mix again. There's something funky about that, and I don't exactly relish the thought of hopping on to a work call with blue teeth. I have a feeling they'd give me grief about that sort of thing, y'know?

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