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Grocery stores as a tourist attraction?

Posted by holly on Aug 9, 2009 in Blog, BlogSherpa, Tips

              Think about it.  Have you ever walked around your local supermarket and stopped at the ”international food” section, looking at all the different uses for rice or the cool/odd/disgusting/unpronounceable sauces on offer?  It’s fun, right?  Or at the very least, interesting.  Possibly even enlightening.    Multiply that by fifty and you get why I always try to swing by a grocery store in every country I’m in.   

             Doing  a bit of your own cooking (and by “cooking” I mean mainly buying bread and meat and making sandwiches or pouring your own bowl of cereal, unless you have a kitchenette) is always a great way to save money.  Even if it’s just snacks, bringing your own granola bar and water bottle can easily save you $5-$10 a day, depending on your destination and appetite.   That’s valuable souvenir money!  So while you’re at the grocery, you might as well take a few minutes to walk the aisles and see what culinary treasures you can unearth.  You never know if that brand of beer you had once ten years ago and could never find again is hiding around the corner, or if the chili lime chicken bouillon you find in aisle four is going to become the centerpiece for your new signature dish back home.  And when someone asks you where you got it, you can be all mysterious and say “it’s imported.”

           When in London, I’m all about finding the cool flavours of crisps.   We have your standard salt and vinegar, ketchup and nacho cheese in Canada, they have roasted lamb and mint, chargrilled steak, pickled onion, seafood mayonnaise, crispy duck in hoisin sauce, turkey with paxo sage and onion… if you can braise, boil or bake it, they probably have chips to match.  Southeast Asia is also good for this, though they have substantially more seafood options and their packaging usually involves more google-eyed animated characters.  One of my coworkers in Spain said the prawn cocktail is great, though I’ll have to take their word for it.  On one trip I actually kept a list, and found no less than 25 different flavours in one country in the space of a week.  Think I tried two of them.  And these flavours are, for the most part, incredibly accurate.  The chargrilled steak I tried smelled like nothing, but once on the tongue, you were just looking for the side of mashed potatoes and steamed veggies.

            I’m always drawn to snack-type foods, like chips, gum (oooh, there’s this applemint Dentyne in Thailand I loved so much I brought like 10 packs home with me) and candy, mainly because they’re cheap and small, so you can try something really experimental and, if it’s totally revolting, you can throw it out and you’re only out a buck.  Meat always intimidates me (especially since you can’t always read the label), but one day I’ll have a place with a stove in some far-flung destination and I’ll go for it.  It’s all about embracing the local culture.  In Singapore this past march we discovered pea cheezies (for lack of a better comparison).  They were made entirely of peas, green and shaped like a pod,  but puffed up, deep fried and lightly salted to the cheezie consistency.   Sounds strange on paper (hell, it looked strange in the bag, too, that’s why I bought it), but these were surprisingly good.   In Costa Rica, tamarind drink, once you get past it’s industrial-waste brown colour, is incredibly sweet and yummy.  I got all excited here when, on a day trip across the boarder to Seattle, I found some Tamarind Kool-Aid, but when I tried it back home it tasted kind of like cardboard.  Total let down.  Oh well, it’s a reason to go back to Costa Rica! 

            Also in Costa Rica I discovered my beloved coco pops (there is not a breakfast buffet worldwide that doesn’t have coco pops) are endorsed there by a space elephant named Melvin.  That was just funny.

            International grocery shopping can be a fun thing to do if you’re traveling with kids, too.  While you’re picking up the necessities, you can challenge young Jimmy to find the craziest looking fish in the seafood department or weirdest-sounding product name (this one can be particularly fun if you can’t speak the language).  Kids usually seem to gravitate to the gross, or what they think is gross, anyway, and this is where the cheaper options like candy come in handy.  Treat them to one small thing, but make it the grossest they can find, and hear the giggles start.  This can also be done locally, just check out the various ethnic food stores around your area and keep the kids entertained on a rainy afternoon.

          For me, I think this all stems back to my Grandparent’s travels when I was a little kid.  When they’d come back from driving across the US or touring Europe they’d bring me something we couldn’t get in Canada, like Barbie breakfast cereal, or Swiss cow-shaped chocolate, so now I always want to see what other surprises the world has to offer.  This can also be a good way to buy a gift for that impossible-to-shop-for person on your list.  Nobody ever turns down food, especially if it was brought into the country especially for them and you know it’s something they’ll like.  The one exception to this was when my BF got a bag of dried bean and anchovy trail mix from Hong Kong.  It’s been months and that’s still sitting unopened on his desk, but I can’t really blame him, the fish are dried whole in there, complete with the little dried heads and eyes.  But still, because we got it at a grocery store as opposed to a souvenir place, the cost was low enough that I don’t give him a hard time about *sniff* rejecting one of my gifts.

            Ever found anything spectacular/weird/memorable in the food aisle when on vacation?  Let me know.  But if not, try spending an hour of your next vacation at the supermercado and see how much culinary trouble you can get into!

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Spain reloaded 4: A-Costa-ed

Posted by holly on Jun 25, 2009 in Blog, BlogSherpa, Europe

             Five hours on a bus each way, combined with another jam-packed day of hotel inspections.  It’s no wonder most of my recollection of this day is fuzzy, I was running on fumes.  We all were.  When the people leading the trip start handing out Coke, cookies and chips to keep us functioning like normal humans, you know something’s up.  Not that I’m ever going to argue with free Coke and chips (Spanish Lays come in this great Tomato and Onion flavor, I highly recommend it.  Skip the ham and cheese ones, the flavor is creepily accurate, but there was something about that taste coming from a potato chip that weirded me out.  According to the seafoodies amongst us, the Prawn Cocktail is also really good, but I’ll have to take their word on it).

            From our hotel in Salou in the Costa Dourada, we drove back past Barcelona (I know, the logic of moving to a farther south hotel only to tour hotels in the north is lost on me, too) and up to the Costa Brava.  The scenery is pastoral and fairly uneventful, though we did get a great kodak moment of the jagged Monserrat mountain from the freeway.  This drive went really fast for me, but then again, I was plugged into my MP3 player (practically everyone else was asleep, it was early) and grooving out to some Rihanna and Robbie Williams.

            The first two hotels, the Hotel Blaumar and it’s sister Hotel Blaucel are connected by an underground tunnel.  This tunnel also has skylights that look up into the adult’s pool, and clearly most swimmers forgot that they could be seen from below.  With perfect timing, we look up to see a female body bob past, wrapped tightly around a happy male body.  The look on the sales rep’s face as he tried to just keep talking as if nothing was going on was great.  Naturally, we all squealed like a bunch of teenagers.

            Then the underwhelming Hotel Tropic Park, the very overwhelming Hotel Florida Park (the pool is gorgeous and even has the ever so rare patch of private grass to lounge on), another buffet lunch, the Hotel Neptuno, Apartmentes Neptuno, the Best Western Las Palmeres (guess what?  It looks like a Best Western) and finally the Hotel Kaktus Playa (my favorite hotel name, just seeing Kaktus spelled like that makes me snicker).

         More Coke and chips, two and a half more mp3-filled hours on the bus and we and our numb bums were back at our hotel in time to hit the buffet.  Hmm, it seems I was hungry on this day, as the main things I remember involve food.  Ooh, I miss gelato…   Focus, Holly.  Anyhow, after dinner a couple of us wandered down to the beach to burn off some buffet calories and officially dip our toes in the Med and hit up all the tacky souvenir stalls.  And these are a new standard of tacky.  I got a great keychain of a guy wearing a barrel for my best friend, and when you lift the barrel his spring-loaded bright pink penis pops out.  It’s awesome! We gotta get us some of this crap at home.

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