A little piece of heaven

I'm not a big fan of cooking. No. That's not right. I love cooking. I adore cooking. I just hate washing up afterward, so I just try to avoid the whole thing completely. I also hate grocery shopping. But I've found a reason to do both: the new and improved world foods section at Kroger.

Oh, I'm sure those fortunate enough not to live in East Bum Fuck (like me) might find my wide-eyed wonderment amusing. But until now the "ethnic" aisles at the local supermarkets around here have pretty much consisted of a few boxes of matzo balls, two dozen varieties of Old El Paso salsa and Kikkoman soy sauce, give or take a can of tripe and a tube of wasabi.

At Kroger, though, we're talking a wide variety of stuff from all over the world. India, Japan, Scotland, France, Ireland, England, Italy, Jamaica, Germany, Turkey... I know I'm leaving some out.

The best find, however, was:

And you know what that means, don't you? English breakfast next weekend. My house. Be there or be square.