I very much enjoyed my trip to the supermarket yesterday.
What can I say? Some people like museums, some enjoy scenery, some prefer fine art. My favoured method of experiencing a new culture is to wander through a supermarket, marvelling at the wonders contained therein. My frustrating inability to retain any knowledge whatsoever of the local language proved to be something of a setback here, of course, as it was all but impossible to tell what anything was. Fortunately, I do of course know some Estonian: enough to realise that even the milk likes to greet its buyers with a cheerful hello, anyway.
Tere! says the milk. That’s the milk that’s actually sold in cartons, of course – for it seems that it’s much more usual to buy a bag of milk rather than a carton, or a bag of yogurt rather than a tub. I can’t quite get my head around that one yet.
Fortunately, not everything in the supermarket was in Estonian. I discovered a freezer containing a selection of ice-creams, comfortingly labelled in English.
It’s good to be confident about what exactly it is that you’re buying, and I was understandably grateful for these helpfully detailed wrappers. Riho, feeling adventurous, purchased some Yellow. It turned out to be an exotic fruit sorbet covered with some sort of banana flavoured coating. It was interesting, and we became quite enthusiastic about the idea of diving into the unknown in such a devil-may-care manner. After dinner, therefore, we hunted out some more ‘Totally’. And so it was that for dessert, Riho had White, and I had Brown.
We still have Red and Green to go. I am studiously ignoring Black. I don’t think I wish to have Black for dessert, ever.