Have you ever had something so specific on your mind when you went to the grocery store that nothing else will do? In the States, this is not a problem. Two weeks ago I was in the Hipermarket (the closest thing to a supermarket we have here) and I found (glory of glories) sliced white cheddar cheese. I was so excited I bought two packs, and devoured them within the week. So last week I was back in Hipermarket looking for things for the Christmas Party, and almost bought some more, but they didn't have everything I needed and I didn't want to have to stop by my house on the way to the other pseudo-supermarket to drop of my things. I put the cheese back and went on my merry way. Silly me. Today I go back to stock up on my purchase and in the spot where the cheddar cheese should be was nothing. *gasp* the HORROR!!! Not only was there no cheddar cheese, but the only excuse for cheese that they had was some processed plasticene something called "Burger Cheese". Hmph. I've never been so disappointed in all my life. Welcome to living in a 3rd world country. For all the lovely things about Kosovo, this is the one thing I still have trouble adjusting to. If you see something in the store that you want - BUY IT, because it may not be there next time and you will probably never see it again. Sad, but true.
On a slightly funnier note, I threw away two small garbage bags of pickles today. We ended up not being able to collect enough jars for the Christmas Party to make snow globes, so we bought 50 small jars of pickles. Guess who had to empty them all?? My apartment has smelled like pickles for two weeks. I did my best to eat as many of them as I could, but honestly, there's only so many pickles a girl can eat. So today, I emptied the two gallon sized ziplocs and three half gallon tupperware containers of pickles into the garbage. Seemed like such a waste, but I really don't ever want to see a pickle again in my entire life. Seriously.
Ok, I'm off to go house sit at Jennifer's palace in the old part of town. She's gone to Ireland for teh week and I'm supposed to take care of her plants. Oh dear god. Those of you who know me well know I can't keep a houseplant alive to save my life. I've killed aloe vera. I've killed ivy. And she's got a delicate little African Violet plant that is just barely clinging to life right now. She entrusted it to me. How was I supposed to tell her she had just virtually committed vegicide?? I'm going to give it my best. We'll see. The plant chronicles will continue later.
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