Wednesday, January 26, 2011

DO NOT Read this if You Are in Your First Trimester. You Have Been Warned

I posted a while ago that I was going to make a chai tea concentrate.  I have been working on finding the spices which is harder than I thought it would be in this very multi-cultural city.  For example, Wal-Mart has cloves and cinnamon sticks.  That's it.

So, I had to go to Superstore.  Like most Western Canadians I have a love/hate relationship with that place.  Most are on the dirty side, they are often out of what you need and customer service is about as plentiful as flip flops in January.  However, the prices are low.  Real low. And they sell decadent chocolate chip cookies.  Plus most have a HUGE aisle dedicated to ethnic food.

And that is where I found myself on Saturday night desperately seeking star anise along with many families stocking up for Chinese New Year.

Now you have to understand something.  I have a touchy stomach.  It is my children' fault.   Before pregnancy I rarely threw up.  I could handle almost anything.  Very little made me queasy.  Enter hormones and pregnancies where even reading the Bible could make me sick and even now six years later it is AMAZING the stuff that can make me gag. So I found myself amongst the crunchy fried shrimp chips, the seaweed and other delicacies and I realized I was in trouble.

SERIOUS trouble.

You know the phrase I just threw up in my mouth?

I actually did.

Right there in the ethnic aisle of super store.  And when they say super, they are referring to the store's size, not the fact that it is any kind of awesome.  They are MASSIVE.  And I had a mouth full of puke.  Fortunately usually I travel with children with bladders the size of an ant so I knew where the washrooms were, but it was a long sprint to get to them.

Made further complicated by the fact that most of the checkouts were closed with gates blocking your way to the blessed bathroom.

All the while I had a MOUTH FULL OF STUFF.

I passed the floral aisle and had an overwhelming urge to just spit it into one of the buckets and just calmly walk away.

You will be pleased to know I did not.  Although I am not sure any of you are still reading anymore. I really have no concept of how much is just TOO MUCH INFORMATION.

I made it, spit, rinsed my mouth out with water and vowed once again, to NEVER go back there again.

Or at least until I run out of flour.

14 comments:

Knittinchick said...

I must admit that I haven't been excited about spice shopping for that amazing concentrate since you told me that story...but maybe I should find the spices for you...

Nan | WrathOfMom said...

Oh. Oh. Oh.

This is both sad and hysterical. I'd have vomited in the aisle. Because even the thought of a public washroom at the Superstore makes me want to sick up. I'm not a germaphobe but that store makes me want to roll around in a vat of Purell.

granola_granny said...

Glad you made it.

Anonymous said...

Honey this was way too much for your poor Dad. Now that I am back in front of the computer I am doing better. No longer calling for our former Premier. Stay away from that place bad for your health. Dad

Nicole said...

Ewwwww! Poor you - luckily it was just you and you didn't have to haul the kids to the bathroom. Ew. Pretty much nothing makes me throw up but some of those things at Superstore make me queasy.

You know, you can buy chai tea concentrate, already made...

This Heavenly Life said...

Blurrrggghh! Oh, I'm so sorry for you!

Today, in the ethnic food aisle, I found jellified *fish* from Israel. I almost looked closely, but....I'm not that brave. Also? I have no idea where the restroom is in that store :)

a Tonggu Momma said...

Oh, but throwing up in the flower buckets would have totally made a GREAT blog post! I would love to take you with my to the fourth floor of a Chinese Walmart. Because that's where the meat department is.

Michelle said...

my stomachs not terribly weak but i hate walking past the fish aisle at teh store. Frankly, i try to stay out of that store. Fresh fish. Not really...smelly fish, yes.

dkt said...

okay, I know you said don't read this if you are in your first trimester, but that's like saying "don't think of an elephant"

um, yea...

I believe you now...

Thanks.so.much... :)

dianna

Knittinchick said...

Got you the outstanding spices at an ethnic grocery store. I got what I was looking for in that aisle and out of that place quickly. Your story haunted me.

Good thing there is an equalizing factor that we are smelly to people from other places as well.

JCK said...

You have me laughing as usual! That stuff in your mouth....

Bibliomama said...

So you don't have a Bulk Barn? I would have totally barfed in a flower bucket. And my husband took me to his favourite sushi place and one look at the seaweed wrapped around his tuna roll had be bolting for the door.

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