The thing I like best about foreign grocery stores is (wait for it) their foreignness. People buy and eat Oil Fried Parboiled Rice and Pandan Paste. It may even be the type of food they reach for to cook the way I reach for the soy sauce or the pasta. Where did they come from, what was their homeland like, how long have they lived here, and why did they come? How does their experience of living here differ from mine? It takes about three generations for acculturation, but because we have this constant influx of people from all over the world, there's always more first-gen-ers kicking around, which is really interesting, but sometimes a bit tense. Our friend Erika (who's American and married to a Canadian) says that Canadians value consensus over individuality, which is a strength and a considerable weakness.
This post is getting too thoughtful for my current brain space, so here's a few pictures of some Canadian things:
|We use these to open milk bags|
|This is a milk bag and a milk bag holder|