For me, the one downside to traveling is falling in love with things I can’t get where I live. I often think about how if I had only stayed in the same geographic area my whole life, like my BFF has, I’d never miss anything since everything I would have ever known would still be right there.
The first thing I consciously felt the absence of was this incredible mustard called Savora which my grandparents had at their house. I would slather a thick layer onto steaks and tortillas (the Spanish kind) and dip fried potatoes into it until I figured out that the most efficient way to get it into my belly was to eat it by the spoonful. When my parents found out, I wasn’t allowed any more condiments on my food for a long time which pissed me off but probably prevented me from becoming the youngest person ever with an ulcer.
When we weren’t in Spain, my grandmother would sometimes send jars in care packages but since Savora is exclusively bottled in glass, it was a pretty dangerous proposition to do so. In college, my mom would try to stock up and send me a small box of mustard, but since I had become a “grown up,” I would parcel it out judiciously so as not to run out.
Now that I’m living in Europe, I can have Savora basically anytime I want. Here in France, they sell it in every grocery store I’ve ever been in which is incredibly awesome. I use it to make salad dressing, thicken sauces for chicken breasts, smear it on bread for a sandwich and sometimes I’ll just dab a bit on a piece of cheese because it is delicious.