Food, food, food

I believe that there's something seriously wrong with me. I have been practically living off of this weird mixture of cut up cucumbers, tomatoes, snowpeas, chickpeas, a bit of cut-up ginger, dab of West Indies hot sauce, a bit of oregano, all soaking in garlic red wine vinegar. I get into these stages where all I want is super pickly food and this urge far outweighs my urge for chocolate and freshly baked baguettes.

And also there's this chicken broth soup mix here that I adore called "spicy cock soup."

I must go on about the yogurt here again. Okay, the Mount Saint Benedict yogurt (made at the monastery) is simply the best. It's a crapshoot as to which flavors are available at HiLo on any given day and sometimes there is absolutely nothing left or just a few little containers. Here are the flavors: strawberry, plain, guava, passionfruit, almond, soursop. They are all so delicious that I don't ever care which one I'm able to snag. Smooth, rich taste, an explosion of taste in your mouth (hey, I sound like an advertisement).

I've had a repeat dream involving several variations of the same scenario of being back the US and explaining to people that I run into (like coworkers *waves if any of you are reading*) that I'm not really there.