One of the first purchases I made at a Billa (a local grocery chain) was a package of raisins for my oatmeal. The big size has lasted me. It's almost gone now. This morning I turned it over and looked at the date stamp. There was the country of origin: "IRAN". They were good raisins, didn't clump. I mused about the farmer who grew and harvested them. I suppose they would be happy to know an American enjoyed them, politics aside.
When I bought them, we were at the beginning of our stay, trying to figure everything out, deciding what we needed for the pantry. Now we have two weeks left. We have to empty the pantry and go back to America where the raisins come in cardboard boxes from California.
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