11 January 2013
k.smartt's sister moved here several months ago, which has turned out to be quite an unexpected boon in the area of "embarrassing questions i do not want to ask actual britons." like, where are the eggs?
you guys, i have SCOURED multiple grocery stores in search of eggs and i got nothing. it's like an entire nation of no eggs. except it obviously couldn't be.
i knew i was doing something wrong. i emailed c.smartt the embarrassing question i didn't want to ask actual britons and she promptly wrote back: yeah, they dont refrigerate them! so usually they're actually by the bread. things i never would have guess in a bazillion years.