Grocery Shopping in London

After telling my sister about my first trip to the Waitrose grocery store in my neighborhood, she requested pictures. Of the grocery store. Who am I to disoblige?

So for anyone curious about some of the initial differences I've noticed in the grocery landscape of London, here goes- (Note: my picture quality is not the best. I felt very weird taking pictures alone in a grocery store)

1. First and foremost, their ice cream game is tight. Ben and Jerry, why have you been holding out on me with exotic flavors like Baked Alaska and Doug-hble Whammy? Also, Häagen-Dazs appears to have some interesting treats available. Though I keep seeing "fondant" in sweets' descriptions but I am assuming it's not like the flavorless sticky coverings they put on wedding cakes- any thoughts on what they mean by this?

2. Seriously, how cute is the name Fairy brand soap? Somebody I know might even say that its whimsical.

3. Anything seem out of place on that sign? Eggs, my friends- NOT refrigerated. Also, I know the details are hazy, but on the top right corner, in the pinkish packaging? Quails' eggs. Also, their flour specifications are... odd. Strong, crunchy, wholemeal, plain, white, brown. I went with plain this time, but may go back to experiment in subsequent trips (crunchy flour??).

4. Any thoughts on what makes a fruit drink a squash rather than juice? And seriously, who knew elderflower was such a popular flavor here?

5. I want you to take a minute to really revel in this next picture- "A Great British Ingredient" indeed. It's not just that there's lard (though.. really? Am I the only one that has never cooked with lard?), but that there was such a large VARIETY of lard.

6. And lastly. What they consider bacon is.... not. Well, at least, it's not the good stuff. And there seems to be a lot more variety of cuts of meat than I am used to seeing in my local grocery stores. Some more disturbing than others (I like my beef to look like burgers and my chicken to look like nuggets, thankyouverymuch).

And that's it for this installment of my very glamorous and exciting life- stick around next time for my trip to the DMV. (Just kidding- I'm still not comfortable looking the right way crossing streets, there is NO way I would ever want to drive here. Plus, no stop signs, weird pavement markings, and no clear markings for one-way streets. What, do you think I have a death wish?)