Staying in U.S. has made many things easily accessible to me which may or may not be that easily available to me otherwise. Either because where we stay, we don't have shops that sell exotic stuff except Alfa or I don't know. Somehow I think that now that we are in U.S., whatever is Indian and to be precise from Bihar or Maharashtra has become exotic for us. Ok now I am digressing ;)
Coming back to fig preserves. So we went to this bulk store called BJs, where I almost always see and like a lot of stuff. And I always buy it in smaller amount from neighborhood Walmart. So I saw a bottle of fig preserves in the refrigation section next to feta cheese and salami packets. I am not that fond ( rather not fond) of jams and jellies. I find them irritatingly cloying and sweet. I wondered at the decision. At 3.5 and a small cute matka shaped bottle (I love different shape bottles and have nice ones.. That is again a different topic) which could be easily finished without developing a headache. I absolutely didn't know what lay ahead.
The next time I was hungry for a sandwich, I removed this bottle among other condiments like ranch dressing and honey mustard. Almost experimentally I slathered it on the bread covered it with chutney powder and them another of bread brethren. I took one skeptical bite. I was neither floored nor found it too good et. Etc. but I found it comforting and homely. Like that something added which is there and not thee but it's existence in a dish gives a new delicious twist to mundane sandwich. I liked it. I tried it with Greek salad (my love of olives is right there) and chilly pickle. Each time it turned good and tasty. Needless to say the bottle got over just a bit too early. To rid my self of the addiction, I ran away from that shelf the next time I visited BJs.
Coming back to fig preserves. So we went to this bulk store called BJs, where I almost always see and like a lot of stuff. And I always buy it in smaller amount from neighborhood Walmart. So I saw a bottle of fig preserves in the refrigation section next to feta cheese and salami packets. I am not that fond ( rather not fond) of jams and jellies. I find them irritatingly cloying and sweet. I wondered at the decision. At 3.5 and a small cute matka shaped bottle (I love different shape bottles and have nice ones.. That is again a different topic) which could be easily finished without developing a headache. I absolutely didn't know what lay ahead.
The next time I was hungry for a sandwich, I removed this bottle among other condiments like ranch dressing and honey mustard. Almost experimentally I slathered it on the bread covered it with chutney powder and them another of bread brethren. I took one skeptical bite. I was neither floored nor found it too good et. Etc. but I found it comforting and homely. Like that something added which is there and not thee but it's existence in a dish gives a new delicious twist to mundane sandwich. I liked it. I tried it with Greek salad (my love of olives is right there) and chilly pickle. Each time it turned good and tasty. Needless to say the bottle got over just a bit too early. To rid my self of the addiction, I ran away from that shelf the next time I visited BJs.
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