First real spice pilgrimmage… to Mustafa, 24-hour everything you can think of under one roof type of shopping centre, where I scored loads of whole spices at cheap prices.
Haven’t had much excitement the past week or so that’s given me anything to think about, making this a kind of so-here’s-what-I-did type post but I actually did go someplace out of the ordinary Monday. I really don’t go to Little India as much as my sister imagines, despite my inclinations toward Indian cuisine, but I love going there just for the sake of it. The grocers that line Buffalo Road stay open way after sun down, and are much more interesting alternatives to the sanitised supermarkets to hunt for produce. I suppose hunt might be overstating it but the experience of seeing the produce heaped in their boxes, smelling, at times pinching and poking (lightly so as not to deface) to ascertain freshness and perhaps most importantly the breath-taking final judgment of whether selected produce is really the best out of the whole lot in front of us really makes just a grocery shopping trip something of an accomplishment to be proud of.
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