Food heaven

I've been tormented this past week because I feel guilty.  It's not like we're doing anything wrong but I feel guilty nonetheless, and I really must confess.  You guys,

 all this food?

this food right here?

lean in close, because I'm whispering.

*it was free!*

As part of our relocation package, we get a $125 a day for food.  I asked Drew about six times if that was the right amount.  Then I asked six more times because I was sure there had to be a mistake.  We get that amount for two weeks, then we get $50 a day for two more weeks.  That is an insane amount of grocery money.  We (mostly Drew) have been in food heaven, because as long as it's food, it's not off limits.  And I feel ridiculously guilty because after the first couple of days, you really can't buy another box of cereal or another bag of chips.

We have tried to be really smart about it and stock up on frozen and dry goods but even that has gotten tricky.  It's a daily, use it or lose it type thing, so Sofia and I have been hitting the grocery store every day and it's a little silly at this point.  $17 bottle of pure-squeezed-from-the-tree maple syrup?  Sure, why not?  White balsamic vinegar?  In the cart!  Orange moscato vinaigrette?  Let's try it!  Hand-made pastas and sauces from the Italian grocery store?  I'm for it!  Organic everything?!  You know it!

Now, I know that if we were in a hotel and had to eat out every meal, $125 would go fast.  Not to mention it would be gross - eating out is only fun when you don't have to do it.  But we're in an apartment and since eating home-cooked dinner as a family is still kind of a novelty, we're all about staying in.  We went to the farmer's market this weekend and got like six different kinds of hot sauce because Drew loves food and this meal allowance is like Christmas for him.  All the offbeat gourmet stuff we never get because it's not practical is suddenly at his fingertips.  This is a once in a lifetime thing and it's so much fun to see him drooling at the specialty grocery stores.  The man is in heaven!  We actually have conversations about our shopping strategy for the week.  "Make sure you check out this store because they supposedly have great sausages and steaks.  We should go to this cheese shop on Tuesday and get some cool cheeses!  We need to hit up that Polish stand and get some (insert Polish food names here.)"  

Giving a meal allowance to a food snob is like giving me a beauty products allowance.  I would be drunk with joy if I could try every beauty product out there on someone else's dime.

So, I'm curious - what's your meal/beauty products allowance?  If someone told you they would foot the bill for your one thing, what would it be?