Because I never should have let that post ferment there for so long...





Moving to North Carolina has been my own personal culinary disaster. This comes right on the heels of a Culinary Enlightenment. For the longest time, if it wasn't ravioli or a hamburger or basically something I could but ketcup on, I didn't like it. Then I had the best tahini sauce ever, followed later by really good french fries and spanikopita, and much later by a really really good salad with candided walnuts, and suddenly I was cured. A few food epiphanies and I was eating salad(as long as it's a real salad. Not the american "three leaves of lettuce and a glob of dresing"), developing a love of crunchy mangoes(and a distinct distaste for mushy fruit), making crepes in near-pro fashion, and dying for hummus and baba ganoush.





Then the music died. North Carolina has wildly expensive produce, at least double my beloved Tropicana Market. Feta is nonexistant except the horrible dry crumbly kind from the grocer. Hummus? A measly can for $2-something when I could get one twice the size for $.79! If i asked for baba ganoush they would probably offer speech therapy. OUr electric stove has taken some getting used to. My crepes were hard to begin. A peach is a treat and an avocado a luxury - a mango or filo dough is beyond all comprehension.

On the upside, Wal*mart does carry my favourite grape juice.





However, if anyone is feeling generous I would LOVE a nice big can of Bulgarian, or even French Feta from Tropicana this christmas. Seriously. The tins with the pulls on them. Second row up from the middle section of the cheese fridge at the back of the store.

-- G 'Bye, Sonya --

. ( 22.10.04 ) .