I have discovered a new grocery store, thanks to my friend Tracy. Although Caputo’s is a good 20 minutes away, it is so worth the drive. Today I bought 1 1/5 weeks worth of produce for $20. It was nearly as satisfying as those Aldi trips we used to make in Belgium. But the store is more than just the produce. Walking in is like a mix between the crazy grocery store I frequented in Manhattan and any of the grocery stores of Europe.
No one is speaking English. Even the music is unrecognizable to my ears. There are fresh breads–some so fresh they they steam the bakery cases. Half of the products have labels in another language and I have to make an educated guess from the picture as to what is contained inside. The aisles are narrow and the people move too quickly for their own good. They have Prince Cookies, Nutella, milk in a box, pasta in shapes I’ve never seen, sugar waffles, maria cookies, and strange British teas that make no sense to me.
I love it. And in some weird way, I feel at home.