it's been awhile

since i went grocery shopping with a backpack

(and walked 15minutes to get home from the t-bana)

but it was de rigeur in stockholm where i'd make my weekly trek to lidl along radmansgatan in a valiant attempt to put the lidl children through college. or so went the joke A would crack. i'd load up for the week with many kilos of fruit and veg in a vain attempt to assuage my conscience about eating frozen chicken. i hate frozen chicken. but fresh chicken cost an arm and a leg and my prc flatmate taught me how to cook frozen chicken so it would taste like fresh chicken so i saved my kroner and went shopping instead. if you're curious, frozen chicken has its blood drained after electrocution (maybe he was making this up) so you're supposed to cook it differently to maintain the elasticity of meat. ok typing this out, i realise how silly it sounds and i was probably con-ed. oops. but the resident squatter from hyderabad taught me how to chop chicken and i soon got pretty darn handy with the chopper, minus the suggestive grunts they claimed i'd make. blush.

and when i got home, i'd gleefully unload my backpack, pleased that i was saving the earth one unnecessary plastic bag at time ;) although when the parentals visited i did request that they bring me 20 ntuc plastic bags for me to use as bin liners when it was my turn to be the kitchen slave.

the point to this is - i brought my backpack to the grocery store today and the mere action catapulted me back to the tunnelbana and stockholm. and exactly why i did groceries with a backpack will be revealed this weekend.