This little piggy went to market

Today I made my first totally successful grocery shopping trip. I never thought grocery shopping would be so difficult, or so gross.

I usually can't make it to the market early enough, usually by the time I get there, the meat and produce is mostly gone and all that's left is what no one else wanted. But today, Joel didn't have to be to work until 9, so he stayed with Will. Grocery shopping with a baby is extra difficult. They don't have carts, they only have baskets so I have to carry the baby and everything I want to buy. You also have to bag your own groceries which is hard enough without holding an infant. And, I have to walk there so I have to cart the baby and everything I bought, home in one trip. I can't bring my stroller because the store has three floors and you have to get on an escalator. I tried shopping with a stroller once, it was pretty laughable. In fact, a lot of people did laugh at me. I was trying to hold my basket full of stuff while manage to get the stroller and myself on the escalator. I barely made it and I vowed not to try that again!

 You also have to bring your own grocery bags, if you want plastic ones, they cost extra. It's actually a smart idea. I never forget to bring my reusable fabric bags for that reason.

So, my trip this morning. I managed to find everything I was looking for! This was a first. It's all written in Chinese with no English and the layout of the store is crazy, there are escalators that go everywhere and I've just barely figured out the different departments. Once I found all of my dry goods, I ventured into the meat department. I usually can't bring myself to go that far into the store. It smells bad. Once I got past all of the fish, crab, eels and turtles in tanks (which you catch yourself and take to the butcher counter where they kill it for you right there. At first, I thought it was also a pet store...but no. Those are main courses....) I made it to the chicken display. All the various chicken parts are just laid out on a counter and you take what you want and put it in a bag. There aren't even tongs! You just grab what you want and go. So everyone is touching this raw meat and then they go and touch other things, including my baby! Nobody has personal space here and handwashing is almost non-existent. So there is probably Salmonella and E-Coli all over everything in the store. That's why I hate taking Will with me to the market.


So, I plan on actually cooking my first real Western dinner tonight. We've had spaghetti and PB & J's but nothing that I've really spent any time on. I'm going to use my cute little Chinese crock pot (I feel better about eating meat here if it's been cooked for a long time) and make a Pinterest recipe. We'll see how it goes.

Our Chinese crock pot has 3 settings: warm, fast and automatic... not sure which one to use....

I really thought it would be easier to buy imported things. We didn't bring enough formula with us and I'm starting to freak out a little bit. I breastfeed as much as I can, but it's not enough. Since I was working and pumping this summer, my milk supply is not fabulous to begin with and then making the trip around the world and switching our nights and days really affected it. I hadn't been feeding Will at night for the last two months and suddenly, what was night time was now day time and I had a very hungry baby to feed. I used a lot of formula while my body caught up and now my milk supply is even less than it was before the move.  So, I searched the import stores for American formula because the Chinese kind is not generally considered safe; they don't have the same regulations as the US does. The stores have Australian imported formula so I need to do some research about it because that's my only option. And it's very pricy. I did find American Similac on the Chinese E-Bay equivalent, but Joel's teaching assistant said she would be wary of anything bought on that site. I think we might buy some just to check it out. We're running out of options. 

This next part may be boring, feel free to skip ahead. It's meant more for journaling than blogging. I mostly just want to write down a few thoughts so I will remember specific things about China when I go back and read this.

China has it's own unique smell, I wish I could describe it. It really bothered me when we first moved here, it was so pervasive. I couldn't get away from it. We joked the first couple of days that we would need a scented candle to keep China out of our apartment. Sometimes the air here is so thick that it feels like you can take a bite out of it.

Today when I was walking to meet Joel at the school, I took a closer look at all of the different houses on the hutong (narrow street). Some of the doors were open, which is unusual. Typically, when I walk this way, they are closed. The alley is lined with a brick wall on either side and there are doors in the wall that lead to individual houses. Some of the homes have a courtyard between the wall and the house and some houses open right out into the street. Looking through some of these doorways was like looking back 200 years. Joel was telling me that these homes are so old that they don't even have indoor plumbing, there is a public toilet halfway down the street that everyone has to share.

It's interesting to me that the government here in China has complete control and they spend so much time policing the internet and blocking sites like Facebook and YouTube and yet food safety here is a huge concern. They can heavily regulate internet and television and yet the food industry here has very few regulations. Joel and I read an article recently that talked about how someone had investigated a processing plant for dried fruit and found rotting peaches that they just added a bunch of chemicals to before drying and packaging. No one here will buy Chinese baby formula because it was found to be contaminated with Melamine, an industrial chemical that caused kidney failure in babies who drank it. And, once the scandal was made public, the formula was removed from the shelves and then repackaged and resold. 

Chinese Oreo's are amazing. They have all kinds of flavors like orange, mango, vanilla milkshake, grape and a few more I can't remember. But my favorites are the Oreo milk straws. They're like pirouette cookies that are hollow in the middle but the outsides are made out of Oreo cookie with a cream coating on the inside.

I miss having an oven! Ovens don't really exist here, which makes cooking even harder.

I think the McDonald's Big Mac sauce has a little more kick here, I've always been a closet Mickey D's fan but I think it tastes even better in China.

I wonder if China has a welfare system. I see lots of people on the streets begging for money. Most of them are handicapped or disabled. There is one man that's always in the same place. He's been badly burned and he doesn't have arms. He paints calligraphy with his toes and sells it on the road near our building. I think I want to buy one. There was another lady when we went to the zoo, I can still see her face, we were in line buying our tickets and she came and was asking us for money in Chinese. She had also been badly, badly burned all over her body. I'm ashamed to say that I didn't give her any. I didn't know how to react. No one has ever begged me for money before. I wish I would have given her some.