For some reason, apples are on the pricey side, but the fact that you can buy cherries (both normal and sour, which are delicious) and all manner of berries for a fraction of the price you’d pay at home more than compensates. Supermarkets in Hungary are generally smaller than you may be used to at home, but they are pretty well stocked. (It is also apparently a very effective ‘after sun’, but I’m not sure about that.) Sour cream ( tejfol) has all sorts of uses in both sweet and savoury dishes, and you can buy it in all manner of sizes – from the small cartons arranged like pots of fromage frais, to the litres of the stuff in containers the size of those value packs of magnolia paint at B&Q. Paprika comes in different strengths of spiciness and there are either ‘regular’ or ‘sweet’ varieties to choose from.
Hungary is the land of paprika and sour cream. Rather than the cartons we are used to in the UK, milk here – and expect a wide variety of dairy, soya and rice milk – is often sold in these thick, plastic pouches that have a satisfying squishy feeling when you juggle them in your hands. I am easily amused) was that you can buy milk in pouches. Something that truly delighted me in Chinese supermarkets (and yes. Those crimes-against-coffee all-in-one sachets of coffee, milk powder and sugar are enough to make any coffee aficionado turn and weep. If you are an avid coffee drinker, it might be wise to take a stash of your own.
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The ones I went to were the full several-floor ‘we sell everything you can think of and probably some things you have nightmares about’ flavour, with counters offering up an array of unknowns and unidentifiables. Here is a selection of my own that I haven’t yet decided if I am looking back on with fright or fondness.Ĭhina might be a bit of an outlier in the joy of supermarket shopping. Still, never let it be said that there aren’t delightful discoveries to be made Out There. Just make sure he doesn’t have a fish filleter in his hand when you do. My fellow Brits abroad: on returning home, don’t be surprised if you feel the sudden urge to run into your nearest supermarket and pull the fishmonger into a tight embrace.
And asking for help when you aren’t exactly sure what you’re asking for is everything from embarrassing to adventurous. When you are far from home and craving custard, and the mere pronunciation of the word ‘vanilla’ fills shop assistants with mirth, you too will experience saudade at the thought of your local supermarket. Because supermarkets abroad sell all manner of things that you would not expect to find. But most of all, I miss English products. I miss being a ble to identify what things are without imaginative guess work and Google Translate. And when I look longingly into my box of Yorkshire Tea and see nothing but tealeaf dust, I miss it.
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