An international student talks about missing food from home:-
It happened in the first week I arrived in Bradford. I had only been in Bradford for a couple of days, still trying to get familiar with life and the shops. A rice cooker was one of the things that I hadn’t got around to sorting out yet. Anyway, I was really homesick and desperately needed to have some rice. That afternoon I went out shopping in the city centre with other new arrival students. We finished shopping in Morrisons and were wondering around the other shops nearby. So, I went into this shop, packed full of lots of food in tins and things in all sorts of packaging. I was just browsing and looking around, then I saw a small package labeled ‘Rice Pudding’. My eyes lit up with joy and excitement, and I thought I could finally have some rice.
As soon as I got back to my accommodation, I took out this rice pudding thing from my shopping bag. Without even unpacking my shopping bag, I got a spoon and had a really big mouthful……
I went pale immediately and spat it out; “Oh, it’s so disgusting! It’s not rice, it’s sweet and cold and yak, so disgusting…..”
What kind of a country is this?
