Grandma didn't have a problem with where the fresh veggies were in the store, they were in the back yard surrounded by a fence and holly hocks. Freshness was something that happened as the produce was picked, everything else was canned. As for fresh fruit, peaches and strawberries were bought in lug size containers and processed into fruit or fruit jams when it was bought. Blueberries, chokecherries, and raspberries were picked and rhubarb was cut early and made wonderful pies or was made into sauce for seasons of the year items weren't available. She did not complain. Oranges were a luxury.
Grandma didn't wail about how stuff was moved around in the market. In their later years, with $30 each from social security, their trip to the market meant flour, sugar, oatmeal, and other staples which could be mixed and matched to make meals. Meat was only eaten in the winter; the little they bought was stored in the shed away from the house along with the donuts and the pink frosted molasses cookies that were a speciality of hers.
Grandma didn't go to the racks to see what was available. She didn't even go to the racks to see what was on sale. She went to the fabric department and bought x much amount of fabric to make the same style dress and apron she had worn for years. Although there are hundreds of different colored thread, to her there was white and black and it would just have to do.
Never once did we go to Benhard and Julia that lunch of some sort wasn't served. It was okay if you just dropped in. Bread, jelly, sauce, cookies and coffee was always, (underline, underline) offered. Lunch plates and little glasses were used, it made it appear as if you had more. Or, maybe that is what they did with lunch plates.
Maybe we should ask our selves how much we really need to live well.