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Random Food Related Thoughts

You know how it is when you read about something and hear about it and see it on TV and it seems kind of cool, but not something that will ever actually cross the horizon and enter your world? And then it does? So you try it? And you end up asking yourself either, “Where has this been all my life?”, or else “What was I thinking?”

Been there, done that. Recently.

1. We were in our usual favourite grocery store in TO recently (NASR Foods, Lawrence Ave. E.) Very middle eastern and interesting. The shelves are full of stuff in cans with labels written in what I, as a very white person, assume to be writing. Many of them seem to be varieties of fruit or coffee. They also sell hookah pipes and belly dancing regalia along with the appropriate music. We found in the cooler a thing called Laheem Ageen. Kind of a meat and spices on bread thing. We gambled on a bag and we love it.

2. Down the road is a major chain grocery store that caters to its ethnic microcosm and often has the same kinds of exotic groceries. This week they had a cooler full of Durian fruit. I kid you not. Couldn’t believe it. Something that grows in, I think, Thailand. Turns up on travel shows often. $.99 per pound. What the heck, right? So once we managed to get through the armor on the outside, we found the edible part. The experience is best summarized by the following quote: “Are you sure that’s the part you’re supposed to eat?” Never again.

Win some, lose some.

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