Today Johan and I were at Trader Joe's. We don't shop there every week like I did when I lived in California. (Thanks Bad Sarah. You should know that every time I walk into a TJ's, I think of you. Fondly. And black teethily.)
But, I like to avoid high fructose corn syrup and partially hydrogenated oils in food and that is hard to do when buying toddler snacks at the regular grocery store. So, we stock up on non-perishable snacks at Trader Joe's. Cat cookies, Berry walks into a bar, etc. And garlic hummus and chicken gyozas for me.
Today I noticed that TJ's has 1% Kefir, which I haven't had in years but used to buy and drink for breakfast all the time when I lived in the Dominican Republic. I spent most of my time with some British, Swedish and German women and they were all addicted to Kefir "cultured milk." A gross (but accurate) way of saying drinkable yogurt. I bought some today thinking Johan might like it for a snack. We came home and both had a glass of it. He liked it, of course. It's sweet and milky and strawberry-flavored. What's not to like?
And I felt like I was back in the United Nations library with my Euro friends having Kefir and empanadas for breakfast. It's strange how the memory works- that even a food can evoke powerful associations. And make me spend about an hour searching for flights to Croatia to visit my Swedish friend so we can drink Kefir together again. We would probably drink some other things, too, as this is the same woman who introduced me to the Vodka Ciclon.
But they don't sell Vodka Ciclon's at TJ's, so that's why I have to go to Croatia. See?
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