Archive for December, 2008

Frantic dash out of the country 2

Monday, December 22nd, 2008

 

Shopping at the Eurotunnel

Shopping at the Eurotunnel

Another misunderstanding of the timetables led the family to some adventures! We were scheduled to get on the chunnel for our crossing at 9.35pm but I thought it was 10. Dan thought it took 5 hours to get to the chunnel but it actually took 6. We luckily had no issue with traffic the whole way there and thanks to Dan’s excellent driving we shaved off almost 30 minutes and arrived at 8.55pm only to discover our train had been cancelled. We were scheduled for the next one at 11.30 which gave us time to eat and stretch our legs. We board the train and it has been delayed 2 hours! About to depart now (yes, this is being written from the inside of the train)!

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Wisgi a mêl

Monday, December 15th, 2008

Last week marked the end of our first semester of Welsh class.  One of the last lessons that we had concerned being sick.  Among other things we learned how to say “I have a head ache” (Mae pen tost da fi) and “I have a cold” (Mae annwyd arna i).  While I tried to find out how to say “I have the Black Death” (my instructor wouldn’t oblige), I did learn about home remedies for colds.  I can understand my Amero-centric point of view about the world, I never expected the culture shock I received.  D, the instructor (or tutor as they call them here), went around the room and asked what “Mom’s Mum’s” homemade cure for the cold.  I was expecting chicken noodle soup or the local equivalent; bacon noodle soup in Canada, chicken matzah soup in Israel, pollo tortilla soup in Mexico (anyone I haven’t offended yet?).  Nope, in fact D was completely surprised when I said “cawl cyw iâr/chicken soup”.  For the record, I haven’t learned what noodle in Welsh is yet.  She gave one of those “Oh”‘s that slips out when you think “Really!?  He seems to know what he is talking about but it could just be he used the wrong word in Welsh, he is learning the language.  Then again, he isn’t from around here and I shouldn’t judge.”

This is what I hear going around the room:

“Wisgi a mêl”
“Wisgi a mêl”
“Wisgi a mêl”
“Wisgi a mêl”
“Llaeth a mêl a (some other things)”
“Wisgi a mêl”…

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, when the Welsh get a cold, they drink whisky and honey!  Lemon is occasionally added too.  Then there is the one Polish woman in our class who replaces the whisky with milk and adds some other things that I would prefer not to name (garlic).  Doing some out of class follow-up research of our Welsh friends, we find that not only is that the common panacea but it is even given by mothers to their children!  Another lesson learned about the US, prohibition may have ended 75 years ago, but we are still a nation of teetotalers.

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Welsh birthday

Tuesday, December 9th, 2008
The whole family on a mini-break!

The whole family on a mini-break!

For my 30th birthday, Dan took me and Siena on a mini-break to get away from the hectic rural life and everyday stresses of living in a town with (gasp!) 7000 other people.  We drove to North Wales and spent the weekend at a lovely B&B on Lake Vyrnwy (or Llyn Efyrnwy in Welsh) which is the water supply for Liverpool.  Luckily, the weather was cooperative that weekend, meaning it didn’t rain.  It was very cold, but we were able to bundle up and drink lots of tea and hot cocoa.

Great views all around the dam

Great views all around the dam

The stone dam itself is stunning, but around the lake, there are also wooden sculptures, including a sculpture park across from our B&B.

Dan and Siena with a sculpture of a feather

Dan and Siena with a sculpture of a feather

On one side of the lake, there is a straining tower which filters out the yucky stuff that people don’t want to drink, but it looks like a pretty turret of a castle!

StrainingTower

Straining Tower

We had some really nice hikes around the lake and to the waterfalls, and Siena encountered pheasants for the first time.  Considering those are the birds that she is bred to hunt, she was very excited to flush them and go chasing after them!  It was like Siena was born to live here because the other cool thing about this part of the world is that we can take her everywhere with us.  Not only was the B&B perfectly happy to have her stay with us, we were also able to take her to dinner at a local pub on Saturday night where she met some friendly terriers.

Taking these sorts of trips is exactly what we’ve been looking forward to in moving to Wales.  We may eventually get sick of the beautiful countryside, rolling hills, and picturesque old buildings, but I can’t imagine how!

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Grocery Shopping, Another Little Thing

Sunday, December 7th, 2008

In my not very extensive worldwide traveling, I am beginning to pick things up about other cultures.  I am learning that one of the best places to “get to know” a new culture is through their grocers.  Grocery stores, at least abstractly, are a part of almost every culture.  They can be giant warehouse type buildings (e.g. Meijer, Wegman’s in the US, Tesco in the UK), or they can be a series of convenient stores, to a collection of store fronts and stalls.  Everybody has access to a place to buy groceries and that store or stall or market or whatever is a product, itself, of the society in which it operates.  Secondly, the vast majority of the population buys their groceries from these places so that each store must, in turn, service a broad cross section of the society.  Now, yes, there are grocery stores that target different demographics (e.g. Whole Foods, Aldi), but (inter-)national grocery chains must be appealing to everyone.  I am struggling to come up with another aspect of culture that exists at a similar level across different cultures, yet offers such an unvarnished view of the individual culture itself.  (If you think of others, add a comment)

Things of note about US grocery stores: Much of the floor space is dedicated to processed foods with an emphasis on branding.  Walk into a general support market in suburbia and you will find twelve different companies that are trying to sell you canned corn, corn that probably all comes from the same place anyway.  Furthermore, while the US is obsessed with overindulgence it is also obsessed with diets, US food packaging is all about the health benefits of their product (even if their product is a triple chocolate fudge gut-exploding cake).  While their product may have 3,000 calories per serving (who eats just one serving anyway?), they will tell you it has 25% less fat/sugar/carbs with no artificial something or another in comparison to their “original” product.

Now we come to British/Welsh groceries.  Presumably because of the EU market zone, there exists a lot of emphasis on the Britishness of the products in the store, especially when it comes to meats.  The Union Jack or a “British” word thrown in between “smoked” and “bacon” lets the buyer aware of the local nature of the food.  While I am all for shopping locally for the environmental benefits, this Britishness goes beyond that as if the food producers are threatened by the open EU marketplace.  Continuing on this theme, I have found it much more difficult to find Continental food products than I did in the US.  I have been here almost two months and still haven’t found Italian or Polish sausage (today I just found Chorizo/Chourico) but can find a dozen other types of British sausages.  I have had limited choices on my Parmasean cheese purchases, and no peppers but bell peppers are in produce, although there are about ten different kinds of potatoes (yum!).

Then we come to the “ethnic” aisle.  We have these in the US too, a small section of various Chinese/Japanese/Thai/Mexican food stuffs (for some reason, all of the European foods are mixed in with the rest of the American foods).  They, too, have “ethnic” aisles or half-aisles here but these sections include some American food!  The Cokes and Pepsis are in their own place however.  What is most interesting about the “ethnic” aisle is the cornucopia of products produced by America’s great uncle, Ben.

A small selection of Uncle Ben's finest

A small selection of Uncle Ben's finest

Uncle Ben is known stateside as the fine chef who figured out how to make boiling water and adding rice even simpler and quicker.  He has honed his craft with rice preparation in various quantities and through various methods and even occasionally adding wild rice or spices to the mix.  Over here, on the other hand, the venerable Uncle of Oryza has far outstripped his culinary prowess in the US.  Uncle Ben has his face on sauces from India, Mexico, America.  He promotes complete meals and mixes.  He is even in on Chinese and Thai cooking as well.  My only question is, “Uncle Ben, why have you been holding out on us in the States?  We made you!”  Interpret those last three words how you like (good, bad, corny).

On a personal level, grocery shopping here takes about 1.5 times longer than it did in the states.  I have no idea what the brands are and the store’s generic brand is everywhere and sometimes the only option (I can only get Morrison’s peanut butter).  Also, there is no such thing as heavy whipping cream or corn syrup or 2% milk, so I spend five minutes in front of three or four products trying to figure out what is equivalent or close enough (answers: don’t know, golden syrup, semi-skimmed milk).  On the flip side, not having preconceptions of the products or foods is somewhat liberating.  If it looks good, buy it.  You are not burdened by social implications or ugly childhood memories.  I have bought one or two things and said why not?

Next time you are out of your normal culture, take a stop into a grocer and see what you can learn about them and about you.

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