Food Porn

I was going to show off some pictures of the new apartment, but forgot my memory card at the old apartment, so you get to make do with me talking about food. I went grocery shopping at the Walmart in town today for the first time. It made me sad (and not only because the woman in front of me in line was buying elastic waisted pleated shorts and pastel coloured golf shirts for herself) Walmart doesn't seem to really sell food. It sells products in packages and boxes of things that you can eat, but I can't actually call it food. Some people may find it strange, but I enjoy grocery shopping. Back in the days before the Grumpy Danish I'd spend at least a good hour at the grocery store wandering up and down the aisles finding new wonderful things. (Grocery shopping with the Grumpy Danish was usually more along the lines of bickering and grabbing whatever was quick to make) Even better then regular grocery stores are ethnic grocery stores. I've wandered through giant Chinese grocery stores, Russian grocery stores, Armenian, Arabic and Dutch grocery stores. You never know if you're going to be delighted, confused, surprised or hungry. Also fun are markets like the St Lawrence market in Toronto, local farmers markets and specialty stores like bakeries. I love the smells and the sights. The whole atmosphere is so different, that's what food should be about. Walmart is convenient and cheap and probably serves some people quite well. I'll probably shop there on occassion, but I'll be wishing I was shopping for real food the whole time.