in bocca al lupo

I should not be writing this right now seeing as I have many serious academic pages to write this weekend that I plan on writing WELL, but I really have to tell you something.

I spent this afternoon wandering around in the rain introducing myself in clumsy Italian to the proprieters of several of the ethnic food stores on this one particular street in Parma. I did this for an assignment for my Food Anthropology class taught by Dr. Carole Counihan, aka my new academic HEROINE. In the course of this afternoon I met people from China, India, Tunisia and Ghana. From them I bought white poppy seeds, passion fruit nectar, turmeric, udon noodles, masoor dal, ginger, black beans, apricots, cherries, white poppy seeds, and frozen dumplings (labeled ‘panini cinese’ in Italian, which literally translates to ‘Chinese Sandwiches.’ I’m still chuckling.) 

People, I seriously might want to be a food anthropologist when I grow up. 

This is terrifying because it means more school, and thrilling because it means that I might get to do this- this terrifying and exhilirating talking to people about themselves and food and where it sits in their lives- for a living. My head is swimming. My heart is full. Wish me luck.