Whenever I post on my Instagram stories that we’ve made our every 4-to-6-week Costco run, I invariably receive thank-yous from folks who like to see it normalized. I grew up going to Costco with my mom (and getting one of those very berry fro-yo sundaes every single time), so it’s never seemed like an odd thing to do. We like to glamorize beautiful farmers’ markets and perfect sourcing, of course, but life is rarely that easy. Money and time are real constraints.