The area of St. Louis county I live in is pretty white-bread, but there seems to be a small concentration of Muslims. The Islamic Foundation of St. Louis has a mosque and day school about 15 minutes from my house. For the past year and a half I've gone to the gym almost every day and passed a grocery store, Salam Market. I always said I'd go in, but never did. Today, however, I shopped in a Middle Eastern market.
The store had just opened for the day when Tony and I got there. The clerk was very friendly, and let us browse around. I remembered I finished the yogurt yesterday, so I grabbed a container. Unlike at my regular store, I had to choose from four different brands! I thought about buying some halal meat for lunch, but I was hungry and didn't want to cook it at home, so I passed.
As I was checking out, the clerk asked if we wanted some fresh bread. Since Tony and I are both suckers for good bread, we said yes. It was still warm from the oven; there was condensation from the heat on the inside of the bag. I don't know what it's called, but the bread was flat like a pita, about 18" in diameter, and wonderfully chewy. Tony grabbed some white cheese, we paid and were on our way. We gorged ourselves on bread, cheese, and orange juice for lunch.
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