Observations on a trip to the Spanish supermarket this weekend:
1. Produce is definitely a bargain! Unfortunately, nothing else really is.
2. In the search for some kind of reduce fat cream of coconut, I instead found a can of coconut milk can that read: “the richer the fat, the better the milk!” and figured I was probably shit out of luck for some kind of health food alternative.
3. The Latino siesta music in the produce section was competing with the blasting music videos blasting on the television in the deli/dairy end. The music videos were of American 80s songs, but the video was of three guys in sombreros in front of a green-screen beach spliced with dancing girls in bikinis and a splash of bright colors.
4. International markets always smell because of all the seafood. There’s a lot that gets packaged along with the regular meat, but there’s also a lot that sits out on ice. And stares at you with its big frozen eyes pointed in your direction.
5. Shopping is quick because the stores are freezing. And also because of the aggravation of stepping all over people in the clutter of ready-to-be-stocked products and narrow aisles. Oblivious shopper is thine enemy!
6. The woman in front of me on line, a native African from what I could guess from her dashiki and headwrap, bought 25 dollars worth of bananas.
7. One guy in an aqua blue tank top had thick hair all along the back of only one of his shoulders. I wondered if he forgot to wax the other half.
8. These places are the right kind of places if you’re searching for exotic fruits and vegetables. Everything from loosed andelion herbs to packaged cacti.
9. I underestimated the size of the shopping I’d wind up doing. I hauled everything in yellow basket and started leaning to the left trying to heave it as I walked. I imagined a scenario where, standing under the speakers blasting the siesta music, someone might mistaken my swaying and balancing for dancing and immediately come next to me and start dancing.
Why don’t people dance at the Latino supermarket?