|That infamous Russian toilet paper.|
1. It once carried strawberries ten years ago and never removed the sign.
2. The sign was free so the owner just put it up for decoration.
3. He wants you to think he has strawberries so he can get you in the store
4. He hopes to carry strawberries sometime and is just doing early advertising.
Usually it is #1, but I have seen the other reasons in play here often enough as well.
Another thing about shopping: do not expect to find what you want.
In all likelihood the potatoes that you head out to buy -- as you saw them in abundance just a day ago-- are now long gone. And forget about bringing a list. A list is just one more way to feel defeated over here. Don't fall for it! I mean, why would you bring a list? You are just asking the store to be out of everything on it. Instead, I have found that shopping in Russia needs to be looked at as an adventure:
Hmmm, what am I going to find this time? Will there be fruit? Will it involve de-worming? How exciting to find they have a few stalks of celery today! Joy!
|A bag of Russian milk. Yes, milk comes in bags.|
And want to know what the check-out line is like at the grocery store? No, you don't. You wouldn't possibly believe the level of stress that a grocery check-out line in Russia produces. Have more a dozen items? Well, that certainly does not given you the right to take more than the allotted 30 seconds to bag your items and pay the cashier. Do, and you will get the evil Russian stare from every Baboushka waiting behind you.
(Note:If you're lucky, one baboushka will be so frustrated with you that she will leaver her place in line to help you bag. But don't be fooled. She is not being friendly. She is trying to get rid of you as fast as possible, and the other Baboushkas will applaud her efforts.)
Ahh, Russia. I will miss you. I will miss the challenge that grocery shopping afforded me every day. I will miss the hunt for bug-free produce. I will miss searching for that one bag of unspoiled milk. I will surely lament the ease of shopping in America when I get home. I mean, what fun is there in walking into a place and finding exactly what you want? Geez! American grocery stores seem so unexciting in comparison.
Well, speaking of food, I've got to go cut the mold off my bread for dinner. Nite!
|See? I wasn't kidding. |
No preservatives = a never-ending war with mold.