I have a little quirk that most people seem not to share: My idea of a perfect day is one where I get to go spend several hours exploring grocery stores. (Plural; who can shop at just one grocery store?)
I don't know why. I'm not a big fan of cooking, though I'll be in the mood and spend a day at it now and then. Half the food that fascinates me I can't actually eat due to allergies and diet restrictions. The broken carts drive me crazy, the screaming kids drive me crazy, and the long lines at the register? They drive me crazy, too.
But I love it anyway. I love it so much, in fact, that if I were to win the lottery, the first thing I'd do after paying off my bills and completing my Kitty City collection would be to go grocery shopping, preferably for people who aren't me so that I can buy everything that looks even remotely interesting.
And I wouldn't just go to one store, either. I'd hit Nugget Market in Elk Grove and Trader Joe's in Stockton — the fancy stores — and then I'd head to every grocer in Lodi to search out anything cool that I missed. I might even make a day trip to the Bay Area to scope out the little locally-owned grocers.
And then I'd hire someone to cook it all for me, because no one could expect me to cook that much food.
So while most of you lotto dreamers might head to the Bahamas, backpack through Europe, go on safari in South Africa or an eco-tour in Ecuador, buy a house or a car, move to Atlanta or spend a year writing a novel, me? I'd head to Raley's.