I with my Turkish nose stuck on a half-Polish, half-Serbian face spend hours at the Global Foods supermarket fascinated, listening to a dozen different languages
and feeling privileged to have access to all the great foods of the world—through
all the people who’ve come to this country bringing their food specialties
along.
Counterclockwise, starting from the eggplants: Indian
eggplants (grown in Honduras); Matcha green tea (Japan); Longlife Tofu (locally
manufactured in Granite City, Illinois); Wasa wholegrain rye crackers
(Denmark); stuffed grape leaves (Greece), dried plums (USA), blueberries
(product of Argentina); fire-roasted whole peppers (no origin given); avocado
(Mexico); vacuum-sealed tofu (California); fresh bell peppers (Mexico); sour
cherry jam (Poland); fresh ginger (USA), black tea (China) in the “Prince of
Wales” blend (Britain), organic “chicken of the woods” mushroom, also called
maitake (USA), bean-thread noodles (China); bananas (Honduras). Already in the
fridge: feta cheese (Bulgaria). Back row: pears and tangerines, USA. Hand-painted demitasse cup (Portugal) for espresso (Rwanda). Lemon, and a butternut squash, USA. The owners of the Global Market are Thai.
Happy Thanksgiving, when native people shared their food with recent immigrants and their kids because they were just plain decent.
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