My superbowl

I've been remarkably restrained in my purchases so far and we leave tomorrow night. Suitcases have been procured (robots) and damned if I'm not filling mine, so I venture out with an empty backpack to a Costco type place and a standard supermarket.

Over about three and a half hours I peruse fastidiously, and most of the inventory they have gets waved in front of the google translate camera. They might think I was sent from corporate for the world's slowest stock take.

It is the best fun ever. James wisely leaves me to it, mostly because he's going to those robot shops for a 500th look. I haul my shelf stable catch back to shore over two trips and walk him through what is shaping up as one of the premiere private collections of rice seasonings of our time.

Flush with our immensely successful hunter gathering, we go tick steak, okonominyaki, and the 7Eleven creme brulee ice-cream off the dwindling 'to-eat' list and call it a capital D Day.Læs mere