I am not in a position to complain. Factor in natural disasters and the shit economy, if you have a home (especially one in a temporary country), you are doing just fine. I will not waste time chucking a tanty (Australian lingo). However, I will waste time elaborating on how I have come to be bankrupt 25 days into my Ireland Exploration.
It all started this fine day that I recognized my sincere love for Guinness. A blessed, cursed day. Pint prices range from 3.50-7 Euros, depending on the bar (and the push up bra).I have spent more on alcohol than was expected, so I re-budgeted to cut out a bit of groceries. Which sounded reasonable (calories are calories, says the nutritionist). And yet by 4pm my stomach was twisted up inside, begging shamelessly for carbs, at any price.
I used to be a poor college student. Now, I am a poor traveler that has a bread/ Guinness fetish. And no one likes to deal with THAT person. SO, I have been buying overpriced, impulsive, street vendor homemade loaves of goodness.
Until today. Today, my magical plastic card was declined when I tried to buy a leather jacket. I thought the cashier was running the card wrong, just being an reckless Polish tween. After all, it had just worked when I bought that poinsettia the other day… And yet, the Poland immigrant was not at fault. I was. After visiting the ATM, and having it beep at me and spit my card in my face, I found myself out of cash, with 4.20 Euro in my wallet from last night. Again, not a coincidence.
So, what would you do with that amount of money to live on until an indefinite amount of time? Right. Buy bread. And I did. Ms. Marley and I ventured to the Temple Bar Markets, and I found a lovely garlic and rosemary loaf with little checkered squares on top. 3.50 Euro. Then, there was .70 cents. I pitched the rest in to buy my first ever crepe with the girls. It had nutella and shredded coconut stuffed inside. Crepes cannot be fully explained, but they can be devoured in 1.3 minutes flat.
Like I said, I’m in no position to complain. I have a full belly, chocolate smeared face, and leftovers for dinner. But this situation I find myself in does spur the question: Will the bread obsession survive when I am forced to re-budget my money for books, sour candy, and toilet paper?
One can only scrape up the crumbs and hope.
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Oh so sorry that I missed the first few installments of the eagerly awaited Bread Blog! Have you been to The Bretzel Bakery yet? Did you know there were 150 Dublin bakeries mentioned on Yelp?...but only 63 that have been rated? If you emabark on this quest scientifically, and report on your findings, you have the ability to perform a great public service! Pleeeeeease post more bread comments, so that I may indulge vicariously in your carb fest!!
ReplyDeletehonestly, you used to be like the worst writer ever. And now you are the best writer ever. What happened.
ReplyDeleteI must admit, I have read selections from your blog aloud to my friends. (In a good way)
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