I am a foodie. I am not sure anyone had ever called me this before I told my friend Peter that I was going to Indianapolis for 3 days to visit my brother and shop at the great international grocery stores there. It's true though. When I go camping the scenery is gorgeous, the hikes are fun but to me the best part is cooking over an open fire. When I head to Indy in addition to seeing darling Patrick and lovely Janice, I also get indulge my need to find new and delicious foods to take home. I'm not the kind of foodie that wants to eat at 5 star restaurants. I'm the kind that wants to experiment in the kitchen and eat at any promising non chain restaurant that catches my eye, especially if it's a dive.
So we drive to Indianapolis, take the wrong exit, eat at possibly the worst Chinese buffet ever (sometimes dive hopping does not work out) and eventually end up at Pat and Janice's around 9pm. We are greeted by cries of "Oh shit! I forgot you were coming!" and apologies for the mess, then hugs. We crashed out on the couch, watched Pulp Fiction and settled down for the night. We woke to a kind of time warp sensibility because Indianapolis is an hour ahead of us and then there was Daylight Savings Time and my brother's only wall clock was about 5 hours fast. It set the tone for the entire weekend that we never really knew what time it was.
We woke up at some point Sunday morning sometime between 8:30 and 10:30, made coffee, and searched the Yellow pages for promising grocery stores. International Food Mart, which we had discovered on a previous trip, was our starting and end point. It was raining and although I know where Patrick lives, I don't know the address and didn't feel like getting soaked walking out to get it. I knew how to get to IFM from Pat's so it really was a logical choice. I used Mapquest to get directions to Sarraga, a huge international grocery in a converted KMart building. From there it was to be Trader Joe's and if we happened across one on the way a Meijer.
IFM was great. We picked up Vimto, some pigeon peas, dry chinese mustard and various other bits and pieces. Then on to Sarraga. Now anyone who's ever used Mapquest knows that occasionally they will just jack you around. Fortunately there was a nice big billboard to point us in the right direction.
Ignoring Mapquest completely we made our way to Sarraga. For a few moments we sat in the parking lot in awe of the immense size of the place. Our awe was soon overwhelmed by curiousity and we headed inside. Good lord the place was immense! We started in a section at the front of the store occupied by fairly norm of Asian imports. Noodles, noodles, noodles and some beer. Beyond this was the produce section.
A vast cornucopia of foodstuffs I'd heard of but never seen and stuff I'd never even heard of at all. Casava, giant yams, something that looked like an extremely angry potato. Chilis of all size, shape and color, green coconuts, long beans and at least 3 different kind of sprouts. All the exotic produce made my head spin. If I hadn't known for a fact that real life would intrude, I would have bought a bit of everything. However I knew we were constrained by home storage and perishability. Perhaps next time though. I did end up with enoki mushrooms and a pound of soy bean sprouts. We wandered into the home wares section of the store and marveled at the darling dishes and strange contraptions this led into the frozen food section.
A stunning array of exotic shellfish, more dumplings then you could eat in lifetime, edamame, esoteric fruits, steamed buns, interesting vegetables, and noodles, noodles noodles. Plush mochi. We made our slow way back and forth through the rows and rows of freezer cases and I eventually reached the conclusion that I was no longer seeing only staring. I looked over at Karl and realised the same thing was happening to him. Eventually we stumbled out of the freezer section and landed ourselves at the butcher's counter.
to be continued...
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