The longest asparagus I’ve ever seen. Compensating for something, China?
“It is perfectly wholesome and nutritious,” eh? The label doth protest too much, methinks.
(And yes, I bought this just so I could mock it in this post.)
Made my first trip to a Western grocery store the other day. The prices for imported foods are exorbitant, as I knew they would be. A box of Oh’s costs 68 RMB (more than $10); Cinnamon Toast Crunch is even more.
Apparently the government maintains price caps on food and drink it deems “essential.” Thus, rice and tea (and chicken feet, and pig’s blood…) will always be affordable for locals, regardless of supply and demand, while those who push COCO BALLS and KOKO KRUNCH have free (market) reign to charge what they want. Things like butter, cheese, coffee, and tomato sauce are considered luxury goods here. (That coffee is considered a non-essential foodstuff is perhaps the best indication of the Chinese government’s intolerance of all things worthwhile.) I doubt I’ll reach the point where I won’t splurge for the aforementioned, but you’re probably looking at my last box of Crunchy, Dainty Wheat Poppies With Honey.
Jerry Seinfeld, c. 1993
I mostly do as the Romans, but let’s be honest, chopsticks are useless. When possible, I use them as a purely supplementary utensil.
I bought this hoping it was cooking oil. Then I opened it and took a whiff and smelled something I’d never smelled before. Now I’m not sure what I bought. But the lesbian martial-artist on the bottle washes away the pain of the wasted 12 yuan.
I bought this today at 7-Eleven for 50 RMB (~$8). I am not optimistic.