I went exploring yesterday and discovered an amazing oriental grocery store only a short walk away! They stock everything from dried shrimp to kimchi to goose eggs. They have aisles for Japanese sauces, Korean candies, and jars of Chinese mixtures. It is a meandering, not very well organized place and I’m quite excited by the discovery. I purchased some delicious pot stickers. Once I run out of my current jar of kimchi, I’m looking forward to trying theirs. It isn’t a Wal Mart, but it is an excellent store to have nearby.
Category Archives: Weird Food
“What state is that?” asked the guy behind the counter, staring at my t-shirt. I resisted the urge to look down and check which shirt I was wearing.
“Oh,” he nodded as if I just confirmed his greatest suspicion. “We have a burger that contains Wisconsin cheese. You didn’t order it, though.”
“Ah! Too bad,” I said.
“Do you want Wisconsin cheese on your burger?”
I shrugged, “Sure!” After all, why not?
I learned why not. I did not get a cheeseburger; I got a cheese sandwich with hints of burger. The burger I ordered came with pepper-jack cheese. The guy who took my order then added close to a block of Wisconsin cheddar cheese. The cheese oozed out the sides and onto the plate and then dried that way. I couldn’t figure out how to eat it. And while it tasted great, turns out there is such a thing as too much cheese!
I do appreciate the thought! It is very thoughtful of people in Colorado Springs to watch over this cheesehead. It does make me wonder, though, what he would have said if the shirt was from Idaho. Is there a potato-burger out there somewhere?
I know not to grocery shop hungry, but what about grocery shopping sleepy? I made a weird discovery today: I buy healthy if I’m too tired to think straight.
I went grocery shopping this morning before my usual cup of coffee. The result? I walked out of the store with:
- Kimchi (duh, it is my main food staple)
- Alfalfa sprouts
- Sweet potatoes
- Greek yogurt
- Bell peppers
I almost bought brussel sprouts, but when I went to check out, the cashier couldn’t find the bar-code. I decided it was a sign and chose not to buy them.
ALL THIS TO SAY, I feel triumphant but also confused by the food in my fridge. The real test will be if I eat everything before it goes bad! Maybe I’m on to something? Go shopping before I can talk myself into unhealthy life decisions?
“What do you eat?” asks my roommate, peering at the food on my shelf: tofu, shredded cheese, and half-quart of milk.
“I eat…what’s in my cupboard!” I suggest. We open my cupboard. “Rice! Except…I’m out of rice. Oatmeal. Kiwis. Almonds. And I think I have a pizza in the fridge.”
“You should go grocery shopping,” she recommends. I think about my bank account and shake my head.
“It’s enough!” Because somehow, it is usually enough.
Supper rolls around. I stare at my cupboards, trying to figure out if I had a plan for dinner. Maybe I do need to go grocery shopping.
Then my other roommate comes home. “Amy! Do you want mussels?” she asks. “I’m heating some up. And we can have rice, peas, yogurt, rolls…”
There you have it, folks. I haven’t starved this semester because my roommate feeds me. Yet another reason to be grateful for the girls who share this tiny living space with me!
I have been feeling a bit anemic recently and am out of my multivitamins, so I decided to ask the Internet how to introduce more iron into my diet.
Me: “Food rich in iron.”
Me: “Besides liver.”
Google: “Chicken liver.”
Me: “Besides that.”
Google: *sulking now* “Tofu. Or beef liver!”
Me: “Tofu it is!”
I went to the store and bought a slab of firm tofu. Then, not sure what else to do, I grabbed a spoon and ate it like icecream.
I now have 3/4ths of a square of tofu in my fridge and am in the market for liver.
Whenever I do something healthy, I blame my sister.
People: “Spinach as a snack?”
Me: “Yeah, my sister eats kale.”
People: “Did you just eat the skin on that kiwi?”
Me: “Yeah, my sister does it and she is hardcore.”
People: “You walk to class every day?”
Me: “Yeah, you should see how far my sister bikes to get to her class.”
People: “Did you just go for a run?”
JK, I don’t run. My sister does, though.
My sister inspires me. If Anna does it, I assume it is healthy and I should probably do it too.
Usually, though, I just use her as an excuse. Whenever I feel people judging me, I mention Anna. “Oh, you think I am being healthy? Ha! If you only knew my sister…”