Adapting to a local market
My food menu is entirely dependent on my local market. Probably a stock statement, no matter where you live. Anyhow, I went off to “hunt”, in anticipation of the holiday closure, and landed back with a huge ham. Size of a half-watermelon. Now I have to figure out if it still requires an oven session; if so, for how long, and with what spices. Adventure, by any measure.
Not sure I’d want to move to another part of the planet, though. Imagine if the market choices are predicated by the religious beliefs of a third party. What if the locals have adapted to their environment by harvesting the local fauna? I’ll tell my children that people only eat what tastes “good”. That rule is too general to apply personally.
I’m into some tisane, kept on the counter for many, many moons. The hot liquid tastes OK; not quite ready to replace coffee with the stuff, but offering it as proof that I’m willing to adapt to change. I mean, what if the next area doesn’t have MY preference in roast coffee (and I have to take on tisane as a morning beverage)? Could be traumatic. Or, if I have to revert to my habits from thirty years ago, where coffee came as a brown powder in a twist top jar? With national TV ads to prop up sales. That would be worse. I’d better pack a few kilos of beans away, for hard times.
I’m probably fretting about nothing. Surely the same merchant that provided a home roast will be in business when I arrive. Maybe I should email him and give a “head’s up”.
