french supermarkets

being chinese has certain advantages - one of them being, you'll totally keep a straight face when you see what some people call "odd" at supermarkets.

my american colleagues have arrived in town.

to get myself some fresh air, i went to the supermarket with them.

to be precise, this is what they call an "intermarché ", i guess it's smaller than an hypermarché?

coming from sheepland, this intermarché is actually quite a decent size compared to the ones in our neighbourhood.

if you're (un)lucky enough to have seen the size of the new world on willis st in wellington, you'd think that this intermarché is what should be referred to as an hypermarché.

well, things are different on the other side of the world in america.

they aren't impressed by the lack of choices, for sure.

plus it's only 1/7th big as a wal-mart.

then they saw pig ears, trotters, things that they'll never see at supermarkets back home.

next, in the fridge, a WHOLE fridge filled with duck hearts!

they kinda freaked out a bit.

i didn't want to scare them, so instead of picking up a pack and put it in the trolley, i just stared and walked away.

i can't decide if it's me or people from the english-speaking world just don't eat certain things.

i still remember how in french classes, we'll always be talking about eating escargots and frogs.

and they'll just frown and say, "no i don't like escargots, they taste like rubber."

this actually brings me to another question, have ALL of them who claim this actually eaten their erasers in primary school during classes?

the good thing is that there're no frogs in sheepland, so most people who don't like the idea of eating frogs can't give nasty comments about the taste of these heavenly frogs.

little do they know that our french prof, catherine's favourite food is tête de veau.