Just in case you have defective taste buds and don't like the food here, or if crave food from home soo badly, you're willing to pay out the culo, i found a store today called Castroni.
i'm about to make mexican food for the kiddos at the archaeological dig. dar says they're crazy about the thought of mexican food. yikes! good news is i found Castroni. It has everything non-roman from those shite beans the british so love, to vegemite, to hot dog buns, bottled mole sauce, soymilk, fish sauce, even (thanks be to god) black beans and the biggest jar of salsa ever made. this store--which is tiny, mind you--had indian, chinese, japanese, dirty-knees, what-are-these?, american, british, french, german, dutch, african (sorry to lump all of that together--i know there are more countries in africa than in any other continent), central american, mexican, south american, vietnamese, thai, greek, turkish, west-indies, yadda-yadda-yadda. they had everything you need to feel home for a little bit. i just can't imagine who would crave French's yellow mustard, but if you did, you'd be happy at Castroni.
I found tortillas. I found black beans. I am happy.
Unbelievable.
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But do they have peanut butter?? And cilantro? And sour cream? What good are black beans without sour cream?
yes, no, and yes.
still coming?
IF you answer this next question correctly: is it Jif?
um...uh, it was hill country fair. is that close enough?
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