We were in Jumeirah (an expat-heavy neighborhood of Dubai - seriously, it's like California over there and I catch myself staring at all the blonde people wearing shorts) on Thursday and since we were in the neighborhood, we stopped at a store called Park & Shop. It's a grocery store that caters to Westerners and the shelves are glorious to behold. You could make a serious hobby of cataloging all the Western delicacies that are available at different stores (and for different prices) in the UAE. More and more often, I find myself feeling relieved that we live in Sharjah where Western stuff isn't easily available. My grocery budget (and my willpower) couldn't handle it.
That said, it's fun to take home a few tastes of America every once in a while. At Park & Shop, we spotted OreIda potato products.
Jeremy and I are the original OreIda (I'm from Ore, he's from Ida).
Jeremy saw Hamburger Helper at Park & Shop and he bought two boxes to take home. I have no idea how much they cost, but any amount would be too much, in my opinion. I don't like that stuff. Jeremy knows it. He cooked up a batch when we got home. The girls and I ate something else and he had his Hamburger Helper all to himself.
He offered some to Carol (our nanny) and she took one whiff (and possibly a small taste) and said no thanks. She tried to buffer her refusal by qualifying it but she couldn't find the right words. "It's too much...it has too much...it doesn't..." I totally understand, Carol. Jeremy just laughed and told her it's ok, it's Man Food. Those were the words she was looking for! Her face brightened and she said yes! It's Man Food! And that's why the rest of us didn't eat it.
That said, it's fun to take home a few tastes of America every once in a while. At Park & Shop, we spotted OreIda potato products.
Jeremy saw Hamburger Helper at Park & Shop and he bought two boxes to take home. I have no idea how much they cost, but any amount would be too much, in my opinion. I don't like that stuff. Jeremy knows it. He cooked up a batch when we got home. The girls and I ate something else and he had his Hamburger Helper all to himself.
He offered some to Carol (our nanny) and she took one whiff (and possibly a small taste) and said no thanks. She tried to buffer her refusal by qualifying it but she couldn't find the right words. "It's too much...it has too much...it doesn't..." I totally understand, Carol. Jeremy just laughed and told her it's ok, it's Man Food. Those were the words she was looking for! Her face brightened and she said yes! It's Man Food! And that's why the rest of us didn't eat it.