A fine kettle of water

I remember hearing as a child / youth that American coffee and American beer were both terrible. If you wanted good coffee you went to France or Italy, and for good beer you went to Belgium or Germany. And, to a large extent I think those stereotypes were right… we mostly had watery boring beverages at that time. It’s all different now, of course… good – great – coffee and beer have become American obsessions and are widely available. 

Here in NZ, it seems like people are of two minds about both drinks. You can’t find drip style coffee anywhere, and people recoil in horror at the idea of “a pot of coffee.” You can buy a perfectly good espresso drink at Subway. However, for people at home who don’t have an espresso machine or the patience to use one, it’s quite normal to use instant coffee, which has all but disappeared from US stores. And of course, the British heritage here means tea drinking is still more prevalent than in the US. 

And so to this picture of the vast array of electric kettles on sale… suitable for tea, instant coffee, and even to fill the hot water bottles that seem to be common here. Who knew that simply boiling water would require so many options??

Pigging Out

In the world I grew up in, for the most part anyway, meat comes from the grocery store in styrofoam and plastic wrap packages. And that’s true in NZ as well. 

However,  there’s a big Chinese market nearby, and they like to see their meat in a less processed state. So there’s a truck like this and a big guy who hoists pigs off the hook and over his shoulder and marches down the street to the front door of the store. These carcasses hang in plain view for however long until they are butchered and sold. 

Tofu, anyone?

Ponsonby

a) Ponsonby is a cool neighborhood 

b) new iPhone 7+ camera is really really awesome… this is unedited. Yes, Carol, I know your phone has been able to take pictures like this for years. 

Things That Are Backwards or Must Be Relearned

Cars, of course. Not so bad when they’re going straight, but when they turn right it’s totally alien. 

Keep left while on the sidewalk or stairs. 

Northern exposure means sunny. 

English. OMG. 

Light switches (down is on). 

The winter solstice today. 

The metric system. 

Making change (they gave up pennies and nickels, and there’s a 20 cent piece instead of a quarter)

Flat white. 

Birds, trees. 

Pies are mostly savory. 

Healthcare is part of the deal. 

I have a thick accent. 

Stars. 

The high price of just about everything. And that’s a price usually quoted  by the week, not the month. 

Taxes. Automatically withheld by your bank, so most people don’t have to file a return. 

“Average” weight. A crowd of people here is built about like the US crowd that would be running a 10K. 

As far as I know, however, water in the toilet swirls down in the same direction. 

Posh

You know there’s a housing bubble when, in the same block, there’s a guy who can afford a Maserati but not a garage… 


and another guy has the same problem with his McLaren!

Morning has broken

We found the local equivalent of Brattleboro’s train tracks yesterday morning: fog horns! Apparently the fog was thick enough for ships in the harbor, er, harbour, to need a little extra navigation help. 

Pantry, Day 1

We officially moved into the new house yesterday, only bringing the few groceries we’d accumulated at the hotel to fill up our new larder. Popcorn, raisins, Tim-Tams, crackers. 

We won’t be quite as free to fill it up without a car, but still, let’s see how this looks in a couple of weeks… 

Hail fellow and well met

Walking along over the weekend, we came across this scene involving a big machine ripping the front off a building (already under some kind of re/construction), and a very large contingent of emergency personnel. The scene was apparently unfolding just then, so we stopped to gawk. We saw some wisps of smoke, but it could have just been construction dust. 

One of the other gawkers was a big guy in a security guard uniform, and we got to chatting. He was from South Africa, been here about 8 years. He couldn’t say enough good about NZ, what a great place to raise his boys, how honest the police are, great people all over, and so on. 

Nothing dramatic happened across the street, so we took our leave and went on, smiling. 

From lox to laksa

Your average Kiwi would be very happy to eat brunch in an American cafe or restaurant, and vice-versa. Eggs, toast, bacon, cheese, maybe some avocado and tomato here and there. Smoked fish on a bagel, surely!

But the “average” doesn’t totally capture Auckland these days… there’s a lot of people from a lot of places. So today we turned ourselves over to Yelp and had Malaysian laksa for brunch, way delicious. It’s a rich coconut broth with chili, chicken, noodles, some unidentifiable things, hard boiled egg, veggies, and some of that crazy Chinese sausage… yowza! Malaysian might be my new favorite Asian cuisine, even though I’ve only had it a few times. 

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