We go to two grocery stores and a farmer's market, of course!
You long-time readers of the blog may recall that visiting foreign grocery stores is one of my favorite travel activities. It is an inherited trait.
After visiting with the grands for a while at their home, we felt the collective compulsive need to Be More Productive (i.e. continuing visiting while walking around a new location). We've been to San Diego enough times to eschew the typical tourist destinations and would have been at a loss had Dad not noticed a sign for a farmer's market on our way over. A farmer's market on a sunny San Diego Saturday morning? Perfect.
After sampling the produce, flowers, and paella there, Grandpa suggested we check out "The Arab Store." This turned out to be North Park Produce, and it was gobs of fun. Walking in the front door we encountered many hookas, some delicious sample goat cheese, and signs advertising specials in Arabic. This bodes well. Here are some of our finds:
|A dignified Andy peruses the aisles.|
|Various Cans of Meat|
|I got to practice my Cyrillic alphabet a bit|
(It's Ukrainian Borsch, by the way)
|Not just rose water, but dillweed water, willow water, fenugreek water...|
|Eggplant #1 - American|
Eggplant #2 - Indian
|Eggplant #3 - Italian|
Eggplant #4 - Chinese
|Several varieties of Pomegranate Molasses|
(Which will always remind me of Hamdi's)
|Dad found that favorite Peruvian drink, Inca Cola|
|"El Autentico Chao Mein"|
|Bread longer than my torso!|