Fellas, have any of you discovered that you have become a master in the art of supemarket shopping combat?

I’ve suddenly become aware that the missus has managed (without my noticing) to shift the responsibility for grocery shopping to my roster of requirements. The one exception in this underhanded and truly diabolical manipulation is that I am as yet unfit to be trusted in decisions regarding produce (with the exceptions of bananas broccoli and onions). It was only thru the subtle attempt to expand that produce list, that I began to appreciate the magnitude of the apron transfer to my naive self. How many other of you poor guys have been “domesticated” to this state of shame?