At the grocery store, I was hankering for a chunk of chocolate, so I gave in to the impulse buy at the cash register and bought several little packages of what looked like bite-sized chocolate. On the other tiny box, I distinctively remember seeing the word 'blanca' which I interpreted to mean white, and the picture of a chicken meaning: 'chicklet'--therefore it contained little pieces of white gum. The price was low, and I decided these little cubes would be a taste of Kyrgyzstan (fermented horse mild doesn't pack well) for my family back home, so I bought a lot of them. Some for me...some to share.
That night I went to indulge in my sweet treat and got a closer look, only to realize I had bought bullion cubes. Wendy's cupboard is now well-stocked; no matter how small, I can't justify schlepping bullion halfway across the world.
