I had my first cross-cultural experience in Chicago today! I walked down the block and across the street to the Polish Sausage Shop. Let me just tell you that I walked into an Eastern European grocery store complete with...wait for it...PEACH JUICE!
Oh yeah! They don't have that anywhere!
Earlier in the day, I decided that I needed to get some more bread, lunch meats and cheese so that Kevin and I could have dinner while Jennifer was at work. Nothing better than sandwiches!
I put on my new heavy coat...praise the Lord I bought that!..and walked out of the building - complete with a set of keys, woot! - and down the block, across Milwaukee Ave to Kurowski's Sausage Shop! I was so excited! I was going to go in and get my exotic food! I got into the shop, glanced around at the candy, did a jig in my head when I discovered the Peach juice, picked up my 2lb load of bread for $1.79 then proceeded to the produce. They have tons of goats milk yogurt, hint hint Jes. Next, I made my way back around to the meat and cheese section. I stopped in my tracks when I realized that everything was written in Polish. Everything! I speak Russian - not Polish. Very different! So I decide to skip the cheese since we had some Munster at home and just go for the meats, which we had none of. I recognized 2 words - Salami and Ham. That was it! I had found my meats! I found someone who spoke English and got some Hard Salami and Spiced Ham. I paid for my purchases and walked out triumphant that I had not made a fool out of myself!
As I was walking home I hoped that Kevin & Jennifer would like what I bought. So we sat down to the table and lemme tell ya. That stuff was good! Mild, but good! We added a little Dijon mustard and some cheese in between that yummy soft crusted cheap bread that I got. We each had multiple sandwiches! The meal ended with a Polish Version of Fig Newtons and a odd twix-like candy. All delicious!
I am very glad to say that my first cross-cultural shopping experience in Chicago was also my first food shopping experience ever in Chicago (outside of my June visit). Praise the Lord! He still provides, even when I don't speak the language.
Much Love!
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