If you read my ramblings you should know that I am a kiwi.
(If not, visit the about page, though only if you have a warped sense of humour).
AND, in case you didn’t know, New Zealanders are called kiwis (less syllables, much easier to say, especially after a couple of pints). No, we are not named after the “kiwi” fruit which used to be called the Chinese gooseberry until it grew bigger and better in NZ (without the need of mutant injections).
No, it comes from our national bird, the kiwi … which the kiwifruit was named after, and not vice versa (because they are both small, brown and furry; however the kiwifruit is green when you cut it open).
NOW, I live in Chile and have been living here continually since 1997.
I often get asked whether I get back home much and my canned response goes along the lines of…
“I don’t often go back to New Zealand, mainly because I prefer to visit new places in Chile and the rest of South America.”
HOWEVER, unknown to most, I just spent two weeks in New Zealand, my home country. The excuse, a cousin’s wedding – the bonus, the Rugby World Cup is going on there right now!
Some people love going back home to catch up with family (isn’t that what facebook and e-mails for?) but the main reason I enjoy going to NZ is for the food and sweets that I dearly miss here in Chile. (It appears I’m not the only one that misses food from back home).
One of the first things I do once in the country and out of the airport is raid the local supermarket, filling a shopping trolley with CRAP! We can easily fill it with chocolate biscuits, sweets (or lollies as we say in NZ), chips (crisps), hokey-pokey ice-cream and more biscuits and did I mention the lollies? Well throw in some more there anyway. Sometimes the checkout person thinks we are having a kid’s birthday party or something… aaaaaah, no! It will be our staple diet over the next weeks.
Oh how I savour the indulgence.
Then there is yet another supermarket raid the day before you leave New Zealand to fill the suitcases with that you will hide in the topmost cupboard, well out of reach of little hands.
I often think customs is going to cause me problems with a:
Customs official: Ah, sir. Are you planning on opening up your own supermarket with all that food?
Me: Um, no, they’re just snacks from back home
Fortunately they don’t really bother us, mainly because we declare that we have shitloads of biscuits and chocolates beforehand. Oh, and that we never bring in fruit or meat which is the big no-no.
So now we are back in Chile, stocked up on kiwi goodies for the next few months. However the continually ravenous indulgence in NZ is reduced to a trickling nibble of one little thing every day in Chile, just to draw out the pleasure as long as possible.
And, if you visit me, they WILL be hidden. :)
What food do you miss from your home country?
What do you do to remedy this?