Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Groceries and Personal Space

  So, having been here in Mexico for over two weeks, I've made a few trips to the grocery store... err.. Wal-Mart.  Yes, there is a small market on the next corner, but let's face it- Wally World is only 3 blocks away and it has everything.  Hey... no judging- I've been to the local market quite a few times too.... I have!

   Anyways, here are a few things I noticed:

  Peanut Butter- there are only two brands (one of which is "Aladdin" and neither of which is natural or organic by any means)
  Milk- similar story... there is an impressive -if not disturbing- amount of ingredients contained in the boxed milk options and only one brand is even kept cold: the organic brand that curiously enough doesn't expire for several months??  I've come up with a few theories to explain this 1. Mexican organic milk is of an exceptionally high standard and doesn't need preservatives to conserve it's freshness for months at a time 2. Americans are too conservative with their expiration predictions 3. The milk factory got ahead of schedule with the label-printing but decided to use the bottles anyways
  Limes- they are everywhere.  It is a known fact that limes are a staple in the Mexican diet
  Bananas- you have to be very careful when picking out a bunch- they are very easy to fall apart as they are almost always past the ripe stage (interesting because Mexico is the 9th largest producer of bananas annually... must be a transportation issue)
  Ice Cream- they actually have Blue Bell!!!  (beware the price)
  Salad Dressing- 2 options: Ranch or Italian
  Frozen Dinners- very limited here, it is much more common to see people purchasing the prepared foods at the front of the store


  Well, just a few food observations- I'm sure there are more to come...  As far as other things: the smaller "personal bubble" was made most apparent as I stood in the check-out line.  I'd like to think I'm okay with less personal space (although words of wisdom from Mrs. Sullins, a fellow traveler, are echoing in my brain).  I stood there and watched as the couple in front of me lazily leaned on my basket and their children climbed ever so diligently over the sides... I wasn't offended or upset or worried for the safety of my groceries, but I simply observed the shrinking bubble in silence.

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