The Great Russian Shopping Extravaganza

I'm hunting cornmeal in St. Petersburg.

Don't ask me why I do silly things like this.

This morning I went to the "gipermarket" Lenta. Which is basically the Russian version of Wal-mart. Picture a more frustrating version of Wal-mart without cornmeal and something like three or four aisles of vodka, and ta-da, you will have Lenta in your head. Now, add tacky American Christmas carols. Wonder why they are playing such things, as it is not Christmas, nor does Russian really have American-style Christmas.

Then add in gates so that you can't leave without going through a check-out line, and I didn't want to try to explain that I hadn't found what I wanted, so I bought a chocolate bar, and confused the cashier because going into this store and only buying a chocolate bar is kinda silly. Just now I remembered that I should have bought ink pens and a gluestick, but those can be had else well.

On to try other options. I have a feeling that if I find cornmeal at all it will be the most expensive cornmeal ever. Good thing I don't need that much.

In the TMI category -- I have one wisdom coming in all happy and straight, and being pampered and carefully brushed. Can I get a second? Come on little tooth. I welcome you to my mouth, and would prefer that you take up residence there.