Big, Bigger, Biggest
I woke up at six this morning. Jetlag. I feel quite awake though, despite sleeping so little, and it was nice chatting with Birgit and Jacob.
Then, onto the supermarket! because there's barely any food here, and none I'd willingly eat. Before I got there (I asked a couple of joggers, the only kind of people on the streets on sunday at seven thirty, aside of course from the drunk guy eating out of a garbage bin), I passed:
-A starbucks
-Two starbucks clones
-A donut shop
-Three Pizza places
-Two cookie stores
-A Burger King
-"Jerry's famous Deli"
-a chocolate shop
No wonder these people get fat! As for the supermarket, Ralph's, it was absolutely huge, even to the big supermarkets they have in France. Isles and isles full of choices. Hundreds of different "pour water on me and you have a meal" things, not just with noodles and pasta but rice, too, an entire isle with all kinds of cereals... Oddly, I was not at all incline dot buy a lot. Usually my weaknesses are cookies, crackers and nice kinds of bread, but the cookies didn't look too good (and the packages were much, much too big, as with everything), the crackers were rather expensive, and the packages also too big (I finally bought "zips", fake ritz crackers, and after tasting two I know I won't finish them), and the rbead looked plain disgusting, and was quite expensive when compared to dutch prices.
I ended up buying noodles, dried mushroom rice (I'm very curious), the smallest pack of orange juice (half a gallon, i.e. 1.87 liters) and those crackers. Not very much, but the jetlag is affecting my appetite: Now I'm hungry, but not much considering that before the crackers, I'd eaten only a rice krispies bar in 22 hours.
Well, at least I know where the supermarket is now (it's about fifteen minutes from the apartment), I even have a customer card already, and I have enough food to survive until tonight. I'm curious if Sylvia will be able to find the place...in any case, I'll go sit outside with a book around quarter to twelve, considering there's no bell (the book is "Cloud Atlas" by David Mitchell, and fascinating).
Greetings from LA
H.
Then, onto the supermarket! because there's barely any food here, and none I'd willingly eat. Before I got there (I asked a couple of joggers, the only kind of people on the streets on sunday at seven thirty, aside of course from the drunk guy eating out of a garbage bin), I passed:
-A starbucks
-Two starbucks clones
-A donut shop
-Three Pizza places
-Two cookie stores
-A Burger King
-"Jerry's famous Deli"
-a chocolate shop
No wonder these people get fat! As for the supermarket, Ralph's, it was absolutely huge, even to the big supermarkets they have in France. Isles and isles full of choices. Hundreds of different "pour water on me and you have a meal" things, not just with noodles and pasta but rice, too, an entire isle with all kinds of cereals... Oddly, I was not at all incline dot buy a lot. Usually my weaknesses are cookies, crackers and nice kinds of bread, but the cookies didn't look too good (and the packages were much, much too big, as with everything), the crackers were rather expensive, and the packages also too big (I finally bought "zips", fake ritz crackers, and after tasting two I know I won't finish them), and the rbead looked plain disgusting, and was quite expensive when compared to dutch prices.
I ended up buying noodles, dried mushroom rice (I'm very curious), the smallest pack of orange juice (half a gallon, i.e. 1.87 liters) and those crackers. Not very much, but the jetlag is affecting my appetite: Now I'm hungry, but not much considering that before the crackers, I'd eaten only a rice krispies bar in 22 hours.
Well, at least I know where the supermarket is now (it's about fifteen minutes from the apartment), I even have a customer card already, and I have enough food to survive until tonight. I'm curious if Sylvia will be able to find the place...in any case, I'll go sit outside with a book around quarter to twelve, considering there's no bell (the book is "Cloud Atlas" by David Mitchell, and fascinating).
Greetings from LA
H.
posted by Hedwig @ 9:23 AM
2 Comments:
At 7:36 AM,
Sabrine said…
hey hedwig!
gelukkig nieuwjaar! :-D
komisch te lezen hoe t is om naar de supermarkt te gaan waar alles alleen maar groooooooot is :-) geen problemen om bij al die grote spullen in al die hoge kasten te komen hoop ik :-P. hier alles goed, heb renetjes familie overleefd :-) en ben nu al weer terug in t lab, aan scriptie :-S.
enniewee, veel plezier nog met al dat lekkere eten! :-)
groetjes uit het niet-eens-zo-ontzettend-koude nederland
psst: ist lekker warm daar?
At 1:37 PM,
Anonymous said…
Marc here (if I want to post under my own name I first have to create a friggin' account - that recquires time and patience and I have neither).
As big as you made that yankee supermarket sound, it can't possibly be bigger than Konmar or Albert Hein ;)
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