...another reminder that I am in exile to the Provinces. Never forget that provincial is just another word for country style.
Decided to do some real (from scratch) cooking, for the first time in a long while. Stumbled upon a recipe for mejadra the other day, and thought it sounded simple, tasty, and a good candidate for tweaking. I was only missing one ingredient, so I hopped down to the grocery store to pick it up.
BZZZZZZZZT. Allspice, Alum, Basil, Cinnamon, Coriander, Cumin...
No cardamom. A fucking garam masala blend, which no one will ever buy, way down at the end of the rack, but no cardamom. 4000 cuts of cow but no cardamom. 96 can boxes of MGD but no cardamom.
I'd also forgotten that it's the beginning of Happy America Day Weekend, which meant the store would be full of large (in all senses of the word) families buying large quantities of the aforementioned cow and beer. And then taking their overflowing carts to the self-checkout lanes, which their technophobia usually prevents them from using. And then struggling with the magic checkout boxes. And then writing checks to pay for it all.
Living here isn't all bad, but it isn't all good either.