My first order of business on my first day in London was grocery shopping.
(Well, that’s not quite true. First up was a shower, which I always appreciate after a day of travel. Then came an English muffin (a muffin?) for breakfast because I was starving. Then came stopping at a store on my way to the grocery store, which I will talk about in the next post. Then came grocery shopping.)
I’m not sure if it’s a British thing or if it’s an urban thing, but there was a remarkable amount of pre-prepped meals. I was focused on produce today, but I want to come back next week so I can try out some of the options. There’s an entire refrigerator case of quick-cook Indian food alone! Yum.
My stomach was set on salad for lunch today, so I hit the produce sections hard. As always, I also enjoyed the novelties of a foreign grocery store. For example, there is a great deal of patriotism wrapped up in the fruits and veg:
(Side note: “Veg” is a term that surprises me with its lack of use in America. I can’t figure out why we hold exclusively to the four syllable version.)
As you may note on the British Carrot Batons, I was amused by the number of items that are called by a French derivative. The flat, stir-fry green beans was my favorite:
Mange tout indeed!
I also appreciated that the French dressing wasn’t the over-sweetened orange goop, but was a Dijon vinaigrette in a very handy bottle size:
The cheese selection was varied and, handily, included a rating system:
Alas, I was so focused on my soon-to-be-salad that I forgot that Jason lives literally across the way from a cheese specialty store. I imagine he’ll point this out to me as soon as he spots the Sainsbury-brand cheeses in his fridge.
Speaking of a rating system:
I wish we had cheeses with ID laws in America.