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mystery shopper

Grocery shopping here nearly always comes with elements of surprise or mystery. Sometimes the shop will have received a new shipment of imported products, and the shelves will be full of familiar packages and my day will immediately brighten. Othertimes, I'll walk in and immediately feel a pang of regret that I didn't buy that extra box of Cheerios the last time that I was in. I will never *not* buy an extra box of Cheerios on a go forward basis, by the way.

The element of mystery usually comes into play when I get the wacky idea to try cooking or baking something new. Today, it was a recipe for pumpkin loaf. I actually needed to buy a fair amount of the ingredients, but many of them were pantry basics, like brown sugar and chocolate chips (okay, the recipe called for nuts, but why would I make something with nuts when I could use chocolate chips instead?). One thing that I would be buying for the first time in Thailand was evaporated milk. I figured that it wouldn't be hard to find as there seemed to be a plethora of canned milk products available here. Alas, I came home in the freakish heat and humidity empty-handed.

There was something on the shelf that I think *might* have been evaporated milk. The thing that gave me pause was that the Thai characters on the can were identical to those on the can of sweetened condensed milk. I really had no idea what I was considering buying. I might as well admit that. Anyway. Chef Google produced many suggestions to use half-and-half as a substitute for evaporated milk, and hunting the grocery store for half-and-half appeals to me more than reducing whole milk on the stovetop (another frequently suggested substitution). So, maybe I'll still end up baking a pumpkin loaf this upcoming week ...

sticky situation

One year ago, as I madly tried to prepare for our overseas move, I wasn't really thinking, "Gee, I ought to take some craft supplies with me." With the exception of my knitting stuff and scrapbooking tote, everything was packaged up for storage. Who knows when I'll see that again ...

Over the last nine or ten months, I have driven myself a little crazy trying to source out where to find something crafty for myself or for my preschooler. Sometimes you find stuff, like embroidery floss, and sometimes you don't (apparently, construction paper does not exist here). Right now, Mod Podge is the object of my obsession. I'd like to decoupage the frame around a mirror for my kid.

I doubt I'll find Mod Podge. I had a big tub of it that I bought in St. John's, and why I tossed it into the garbage bin there, I will never understand. Did I seriously think a 375 ml container was too big to take back to Calgary and beyond?

Anyway, it's my fault and now I have to deal. Quick googling makes me believe that I can probably fake mod podge with diluted permanent white glue, and I am optimistic. Pretty sure that I can find permanent white glue here at a department store stationary department. Wish me luck.

foolish? poolish?

Thailand must be a truly blessed land. Repair work that would surely injure, kill, or just never work out is accomplished here with minimal fuss and attention to safety. Today, a bunch of ceramic tiles in the swimming pool at our apartment are scheduled for replacement. I had assumed that the maintenance workers were going to drain the pool to accomplish this repair, but it looks like thousands and thousands of litres of water isn't going to stop the repair work. It must be like the time when my friend had the underwater lights in her pool replaced while the electricity was still on and the water was still in ...

The swimming pool repair conundrum is just one of the bizarre things occupying my mind today. The other thing that I am getting obsessed with is having to submit a copy of our truck's registration to the office that issues us the permit to use The Compound's shortcut access to the expressway to get permanent access before our temporary access expires. I thought that a photocopy of our registration sticker would do it, but the folks at the office assured me that I needed a photocopy of some booket. Well, while fetching the toy that my kid left in the car last night, I searched the glove box, and there are no booklets! So, I'm wondering if maybe "registration" was a code word for "proof of insurance" because that's what I found. Even when I think that I know what I'm doing here, it's obvious that I don't ...

Maybe I should just eat more spicy papaya salad and not think so hard :)