Within the last month, I've found myself twice going, "They come in OTHER FLAVOURS?!" twice. I found Ginger Altoids at the World Market in mid-January. Today, at the Albertson's of all places, I discovered Spearmint Altoids.
The ginger ones are delicious. The spearmint ones, I'm sorry to say, taste nastily artificial, which is impressive as they list only natural flavours.
And Flavigny violet pastilles are still marvelous. In a they-taste-like-perfume-with-a-fennel-se
Five flavors of Altoid. Three flavors of Penguin Mint (Caffeinated!). Three flavors of Hoof Mints. Seven kinds of perfume-flavoured Flavigny pastille. I can get some of the world's best rose congou and Russian caravan tea, along with any other kind of tea I could ever possibly imagine, from the Upton Tea Company, along with teapots, infusing equipment, scores of herbal infusions. Munson's chocolates by mail order. Bird peppers and other rare and wonderful spices of the Orient. Ethiopian takeout in Toronto. Pad Thai in Las Vegas. Molé in Hartford. Kentucky Fried Chicken in Bombay. Jerk Chicken in San Diego. Lychee jellies and wasabi peas in Winston-Salem. Dolmas in Bridgeport. Sushi on the moon.
All the comforts of home. No matter what continent your home may be on. Or all of them simultaneously. Now this is decadence.
What a wonderful era we live in. Did any science fiction writer ever predict what a culinary adventure the future turned out to be?
Now if I can just find a way to get some decent marzipan in Las Vegas.