They say variety is the spice of life. Well, shopping in England in what is in my mind a supermarket, is like the proverbial indecisive child at a birthday party-table eyeing all the goodies from one side to the other.
The diversity of foodstuff is mesmerizing. Take coffee for instance. I’m used to having a choice of two or three brands, simple; but yesterday my mind was overwhelmed by eight, and paralysis began set in. I just stood there wondering how the simple act of buying coffee could become so complex and challenging.
I was also struck by the listed ingredients, painstakingly inscribed on everything you buy, as clear and complete as the recipes in my Mother’s old recipe books. Then, the marvellous creativity in the packaging doing its psychological work on me by transporting me in to a world of art and appreciation. There was a moment, while eyeing all this, that I suddenly forgot why I was there. The thought, that I was perhaps beginning to look a little stupid, quickly brought me back to reality.
Waitrose, Sainsburys, Tesco and even the little Co-op down the road, I salute you and I look forward to much joy and gastronomical pleasure in my future wanderings among your shelves.