One of the side effects of being an expat is that you can be filled with joy just by sighting some familiar food or brand name from your home. For instance, I adore Portugal’s goat and sheep cheeses, but the first time I found an extra sharp cheddar cheese I nearly danced a jig right there in the aisle. (I have since hooked my stepson on this cheese as well — he loves the tang.)
So I understood when the British expats were all atwitter over the opening of a new Iceland store in the Algarve. Iceland is a UK grocery chain, so this was a big piece of home for them. After hearing rave reviews about it, I decided to go check it out.
Turns out that since I’m not British, there wasn’t a lot that appealed to me (though I think I might have to try that famous Colman’s mustard). But then we arrived at the junk food aisle, and there I found something wonderfully familiar.
I don’t know if these are available back home — I’d never heard of “little” Rolos before. But I used to love regular Rolos, which were one of my snack foods of choice on road trips. The great thing about Rolos was that you could have just one or two, and save the rest for later, thereby convincing yourself that you were demonstrating admirable restraint. Of course, “later” was usually within the next hour, but still.
I brought a box home and managed to make it last for two days, which for me is admirable restraint indeed. They taste just like regular Rolos, and I’m hooked. It’s probably a good thing that the Iceland store is so far away.