Life's little pleasures

A few weeks ago I had lunch at Kiasu and had my customary hainanese chicken rice meal. As I was walking back home, out of the corner of my eye, there was display case full of...bamboo steamers. Hmmm...about turn... OMG it's a chinese grocery! *Jump for joy.* It's a chinese grocery! *Twirl around while the locals mumble about these loony immigrants invading Britain*. My friend looked at me as if I've gone bonkers. I won't have to trek all the way to Picadilly just to get my fill of tofu, oyster sauce, chilli sauce (my mother in law hasn't given me my rations yet), Kewpie (those in the know...you know what kewpie is), Kai lan, sesame oil. Ohmaigas!

I just had to go in for an inspection (of course). It was better than I imagined. They even have the black herbal tea that I used to hate when I was a kid. Ki pe loh (who would have thought I'd go gaga over throat medicine?) They have everything! (Ok. Obviously not. If they had dried deer testicles then they'd have everything...but since we are talking about the chinese here then I wouldn't be surprised if they did.) I digress as usual.

I dragged M as soon as we had the same day off (what? I'm not going to carry all that load, after all, I'm a laydeeee.) I started grabbing stuff as soon as we got in. An hour later, M commented that I looked like a kid in a candy shop. I suppose I was. I didn't have to trek all the way to Chinatown together with the obligatory tourists posing underneath the Chinese arch. I didn't have to take the tube. Glorious!

And so, like so many years ago when my roomates and I used to take pictures of our pantry, I present to you...my grocery shopping (minues the Tesco cereal and perrier). Spot the hidden booze!