Thursday, 13 October 2011

A shop for the hungry expat

Nealry three years ago, I found some websites that were specialised shipping Canadian food to hungry expat. I was ready to order some, I even emailled the websites to learn more about them and their services, but for some reason it never went further than this. Maybe because I was unemployed at that time and thought I should not spend a fortune for peanut butter, I don't know. But then I discovered through Google the existence of this shop in London. It doesn't only sell food from Canada, but also from Australia, South Africa and New Zealand. The colonies, in fact. And I was happy to discover that they have Kraft peanut butter! (I guess it is no big surprise, but it's still good news). They sell lots of things I don't care about. But they have Kraft peanut butter! Just when my stocks have run out. And the price is not even prohibitive. More expensive than at home, but not nearly as expensive as getting it shipped from mum or from an online company. I just have to order online and it will travel here from... London.
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4 comments:

  1. Cynthia14 October 2011 at 20:04

    My dad brings me 1 kg pots of Kraft peanut butter and I love him for that: I haven't gone one day in the last three years without peanut butter!

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  2. PJ14 October 2011 at 21:06

    Moi quand j'étais à Waterloo, j'étais souvent réduit à faire mes propres cretons. T'as jamais essayé de faire du beurre de pinottes maison? Sais-tu à quel point cette substance est dégueulasse au moins?

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  3. Guillaume14 October 2011 at 21:45

    @Cynthia-Lucky you!
    @PJ-Il y a du beurre d'arachide ici, ce n'est pas le problème. C'est la qualité qui n'est pas vargeuse (et je m'imagine mal en faire de qualité). Et acheter du Kraft de ce magasin coûte à peine plus cher, en quantité, que d'acheter la cochonnerie qu'ils vendent dans les épiceries.

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  4. PJ15 October 2011 at 01:18

    Mais de dire qu'on est pas capable d'en faire du bon ou pas, il faut essayer d'en faire au moins une fois. Qui sait, c'est peut=être meilleur... ton parrain, par exemple, ne jure que par la recette de cretons de notre grand-mère.

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