Cooking

I miss cooking. And supermarkets.

Here, buying food on the street is so cheap that travellers don’t cook. Hostels don’t offer a kitchen. I haven’t really seen supermarkets: you have mini-marts, and they are closer to highway rest stations than small convenience store. They will sell you an amazing range of drinks (…including juice from purple carrots), chips, sweets, cookies, a few toiletries (thank god, I need paper handkerchiefs), sometimes eggs. For anything else, you go to the market.

7-Eleven have a bigger choices, including fast-food that is heated right away, but instant noodles and hot-dogs are still not sandwich makings.

And buying food at the nearby restaurant or street stall will be awfully cheap. Just… not what you would have wished to eat after a month and a half. I’m currently dreaming of roasted chicken, tomatoes and cucumbers that you can eat without qualm, and cheese.

Potatoes are probably next.

Well there is at least one thing that is commonly found throughout Asia: garlic bread. That, I wasn’t expecting!

Sometimes I yield to the need for familiar cooking, but one pizzeria had put something tasting of aniseed in their Italian recipe, I had a burger with strange bread once… so it’s not always working!