One thing that I have found very surprising about living in Costa Rica is the cost of groceries. Everything is as, if not more, expensive than in the United States.
I had read that Costa Rica could be expensive, but I guess I thought they meant relative to Nicaragua or Honduras, not relative to the States.
As a result, we have been trying to be very careful about our grocery shopping and we are making pretty much everything from scratch. Our one indulgence seems to be Oreo cookies, we’re burning through those puppies like water. Not sure where that is coming from as I’ve never really been an Oreo person before, but there you go, Oreos – can’t get enough of ’em.
One totally awesome service we have found is the food truck. Every Friday a truck comes by at around 3:00 p.m. loaded down with produce, eggs and sometimes beer (obviously). The truck services all the grocery stores around and will also sell to individuals at wholesale prices, which is awesome.
Not all the food is organic, but it is all in season and delicious. Last Friday we tried out the food truck for the first time and Riaz bought a TON of produce and about a million eggs for right around $20. Compared to the grocery store and the Saturday organic farmer’s market, it was a steal.
One of the things Riaz pulled off the truck was a yummy looking watermelon. The papaya he got were very ripe so we put the watermelon in a cupboard to let it ripen up a bit and dove into the almost over-ripe papaya.
On Sunday (JUST 2 DAYS LATER) we went out for a little walk on the beach for a few hours. When we came back, I noticed some water on the kitchen floor. I searched up and down, high and low trying to figure out where the water was coming from, but couldn’t figure it out.
Finally, I opened the cupboard where we had put the watermelon and found that it, while still in one piece, was leaking watermelon juice all over everything. There had to be at least 3 or 4 cups of melon juice on the floor, the countertop and in the cupboard. I’d never seen anything like it.
I’ve had melons go bad before, but I’ve never had one spring a leak and dump a gallon of juice on me.
I pulled out the melon and started to clean up the melon juice which was, at that point, covered (COVERED) in fruit flies. They were everywhere, like locusts. I began to wonder if the apocalypse was upon me. First the exploding fruit, then the angry attacking fruit flies — the four horsemen cannot be far behind!
I put the melon on a plate for Riaz to take out back and dump away from the house. Unfortunately, Riaz couldn’t find his shoes, left the melon sitting on the plate on a ledge and, next thing we knew, the melon really had exploded, into a million pieces, on the floor, where it had dropped. Great.
The take away from this should be pretty easy to discern – when you are living in a place with conditions unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before, think carefully about where you store your produce. Lesson learned.
I don’t have a picture that actually has any relation to this post, so here is Aiman really enjoying his Oreo.