tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25057281.post7220012397968961214..comments2023-03-10T12:38:54.612+01:00Comments on Beth in France: Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141877537334176841noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25057281.post-44840465327534978442008-11-28T04:30:00.000+01:002008-11-28T04:30:00.000+01:00Just found your blog from a friend of a friend of ...Just found your blog from a friend of a friend of a friend ...<BR/><BR/>YES! YES! I proclaim a thousand times, yes!<BR/><BR/>People here in the States do not understand my problem when I stand in a cereal aisle. Or choose coffee. Or almost anything. Everything is so painfully slow in the process. I read the source, if organic, if it's a large corporation who does bad things, nutritional info, etc. etc. etc. and it's EXHAUSTING. <BR/><BR/>I don't know how other people just throw things into their carts willy-nilly. <BR/><BR/>I lived in the Soviet Union and waited in very long lines for bread - my choices were black or white, if they even had any. I lived in an Eskimo village where my culinary choices were salmon or caribou, or whatever dead animal somebody gifted me. I lived on a Liberian refugee camp where I was so grateful for whatever food people served me that I would never think to complain or want something different. <BR/><BR/>I've lived without choice and now to be back in a supermarket - it's exhausting.<BR/><BR/>It creates such brand loyalty once I find something I can feel good about. A lot of my own gardening, cooking from scratch, frequenting the farmers market, etc. <BR/><BR/>But my point is, after a long tirade here, I GET IT. I hyperventilate in bread aisles if I make eye contact with all those taunting loaves. So, I have been known to dash down aisles to avoid this trauma ... and I'm pretty likely to just make my own bread.NOLAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05572754078356812922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25057281.post-51256238079614375482008-11-13T07:11:00.001+01:002008-11-13T07:11:00.001+01:00I have a twisted mind and WAY too much time on my ...I have a twisted mind and WAY too much time on my hands, apparently. Just ignore me and don't hurt yourself. Who else do I have to get me up to speed on modern, developed-world culture that I missed out on for nine years?<BR/>(Hey- does everybody else here know about Eddie Izzard? He just never hit Burkina. Completely off the map. But then, they mostly aren't all that tolerant of transvestites over there...)Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14141877537334176841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25057281.post-45938686109278180762008-11-13T07:11:00.000+01:002008-11-13T07:11:00.000+01:00I have a twisted mind and WAY too much time on my ...I have a twisted mind and WAY too much time on my hands, apparently. Just ignore me and don't hurt yourself. Who else do I have to get me up to speed on modern, developed-world culture that I missed out on for nine years?<BR/>(Hey- does everybody else here know about Eddie Izzard? He just never hit Burkina. Completely off the map. But then, they mostly aren't all that tolerant of transvestites over there...)Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14141877537334176841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25057281.post-22781995494437617572008-11-13T00:27:00.000+01:002008-11-13T00:27:00.000+01:00Today I bought candles (probably made from boiled-...Today I bought candles (probably made from boiled-down whale fetuses) from Dollar Tree after a much-debated trip to Walmart for a paraffin bath (don't ask). I'll just nip off and shoot myself, shall I?Momma Beehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02503538950732048064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25057281.post-80503418870336877312008-11-12T14:15:00.000+01:002008-11-12T14:15:00.000+01:00Hey Strudel!! I can't believe you still check out...Hey Strudel!! <BR/>I can't believe you still check out my blog! I thought that after I left Burkina, you'd abandon me! Good to hear from you! And thanks for the offer of tasty Italian pasta. It IS 100% politically correct, right?Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14141877537334176841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25057281.post-73932290879050612842008-11-12T12:37:00.000+01:002008-11-12T12:37:00.000+01:00ah non, Madame Jacob. Not the Frenchie AB spaghett...ah non, Madame Jacob. Not the Frenchie AB spaghetti. Let me send you some from the South of Italy for Xmas.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com