Years ago, there was a story about a family who were part of the boat-lift out of Laos and Vietnam. They made it to the US -- husband, wife and children – and were kind of dumped in a hotel for the first night until the host family could get to them.
They spoke no English, but were famished and the kids needed to be fed, so they ventured out and found a grocery store. Up and down the aisles they walked, where nothing looked familiar, until they found a package with something they recognized on it – fried chicken.
Remember, this is in the mid-1970’s, before microwaves and packaged deli food in grocery stores.
The family made their purchase and went back to the hotel, only to open the container and find – Crisco!
This is what it’s like going through a grocery store where you can’t read many of the labels. Now, fortunately, many things are described in multiple languages, and this store – which rivals any big grocery store in the US, or maybe even a Wal-mart – had a huge selection of fresh fruit already chopped up and packaged, along with a seafood market, cheese counter and lots of other stuff. We got several trays of cut up fruit to put in our fridge for later, figuring we may not want to venture out in the heat for something to eat.
A couple of blocks home and we were ready to stay in the cool for a while.
Incidentally, the blog website is having problems and sometimes the posts are delayed in going up.
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