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.
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.