The first time was on my second day here. I was admittedly a bit shell-shocked and had gone out without my glasses on (nothing like a city where you need to read the road signs to make you realise just how visually impaired you really are) and couldn’t find feta cheese. At the time this was almost the end of the world. Somehow we struggled through…
The most recent incident was last Sunday afternoon. I had “popped” to Tesco, wanting to get some food in for the week before going to The Globe to read my book-club book and then go to the gym. Nice Sunday. I assumed that the list of food items that I needed (only 13 things – unlucky for some, apparently) would take ten minutes to get, max.
Ninety minutes later….I emerged red-faced, stressed, unbelievably p***ed off and still without self-raising flour or tinned chick peas.
There was shelf upon shelf of dried chick-peas, but who has time to soak them for an hour before using them? People with no life, that’s who. Although in retrospect I could have been at home soaking them instead of spending an hour in the supermarket looking for them…
And no self-raising flour? What’s that about? I spent a good fifteen minutes of my Sunday afternoon blocking the aisles of Tesco web-surfing on my blackberry trying to find out the Czech for “self-raising” before I found a link to this article which told me I was wasting my time. Self-raising flour is apparently the reserve of bourgeoisie westerners, who are too lazy to mix up their own combination from plain flour and a raising agent called kypřící prášek do pečiva. Who knew?!
Upon my return from the supermarket, kind husband actually volunteered to go to Robertson’s (nice English food shop/safe-haven for expats fresh off the boat) to get the “right” sort of flour for me.
At this point I came to my senses. I am not even thirty – what the hell was I doing spending Sunday afternoon in Tesco worrying about chick-peas and raising agents?! And was I actually going to ask my husband to run across town just to stop me sobbing into my apron?! Time to get a life myself. I went to Bakeshop and had cake and wine. Suddenly everything was much better.