Old Jamaica: Worth its weight in Gold

I was meant to go to the cinema one evening this week, but it fell through. I’d therefore already mentally spent $10 (bargain Tuesday) so thought I could treat myself to something else.

What did my mind jump to? Food, naturally.

My landlord owns a little convenience store across the road from us, and I felt it was about time I paid it a visit. Now, those of you who know me well understand that I’m really bad at making decisions about food. I’m awful to go to lunch with because I will easily spend five minutes deciding over a sandwich filling. These things are important to me. There’s nothing worse than making a snap decision and then wishing you had what someone else ordered.

The plus, therefore, of food shopping on my own is that I can ponder as much as I like. I think I rather amused the girl behind the counter as I wandered up and down the aisles. As with most small food shops, the entire front section was taken up with confectionary, and mainly chocolate, so my decision was inevitable really.

With chocolate decided upon I then had to narrow it down to a particular bar. Mars bars and other really sweet creations don’t often appeal to me anymore, and especially not here when they are strangely expensive. My eye was caught momentarily by the famous American ‘Hersheys’ bar, but then I realised it was extremely thin and also costly.

The real treasure trove was in the Cadburys section. In the UK we manage such variations as ‘fruit and nut.’ Here they have Black Forest, Tiramisu, Crème Brule, Rocky Road…and then I saw it. The flavour I’ve always dreamed would be a chocolate bar: Rum and Raisin. Decision made.

When I got it home I found myself sitting on my bed simply admiring the package. It’s bigger than the average chocolate bar at 250g, and therefore has a heavy old fashioned chunkiness about it. I feel as if it should have been carried home in a brown paper bag by a little girl in a duffle coat and buckle shoes. The paper wrapping gives it a nostalgic feel, the dark gold shine promising something exotic inside.

I broke off six small squares, and how did it taste? Yummy. It’s rather like fruit and nut without the nut, with a hint of alcoholic flavouring, and the chocolate is gloriously dark. A real taste of ‘Old Jamaica.’

I find I enjoy chocolate the most when I savour every bite. Therefore I am going to slowly devour the whole bar over the next week, piece by piece, one indulgent chunk at a time…

My Desert Island

Setting up house is an interesting business. Luckily for me, I moved into a furnished place so I didn’t need to buy a bed, desk etc. Some American students are on exchange here for one semester (three months) and are renting unfurnished apartments. Mad.

Having said that, I’ve still had to buy a lot to set myself up. My philosophy when I started was to think ‘desert island’. What is the very least I can get away with? Bedding was non-negotiable, but I managed to mess up that simple task. The first night I was so cold that I hardly slept, despite wearing a full length top, hoody with hood up, tights underneath my PJ bottoms and socks. What I neglected to think about was the fact that houses here have no heating, so it’s pretty much like sleeping outside. The next day I went and bought a big duvet. That night, still attired in my many garments but with an extra layer, I was warm.
Then came the kitchen. My landlord said I had to get my own stuff to save arguments. So, desert island; I need a knife, and a pan, and really a bowl and plate would be hygienic, as would cutlery, mug, storage containers…

So you see, it starts to accumulate. I was going to do my laundry tonight (we have a washing machine, and I bought washing powder) but realised I have nowhere to dry it. Tomorrow I will buy an airer.

I’m hopefully going to stay here the whole year though, so it’ll be worth it. My flatmates are all very friendly. Most have moved here from East Asia (I’ve already picked up some Chinese cooking tips) with a couple of Australians thrown in for good measure. Ha and right on cue the girl in the room next to mine just knocked on my door to give me a present. A handmade Chinese luck charm which is now hanging on my wardrobe.