Ulaanbaatar, MongoliaSaturday, November 13, 2010
Shopping in UB, as I have mentioned before, is all about pattern recognition. Lately, my favorite flour has not been anywhere to be found. Then, last week, I found some and snapped up a couple of bags. Only today when I opened one to bake some bread did I realize why I had a nervous feeling when I bought the flour: it was the wrong stuff. The package DID have the little Russian girl on it, but her apron is the wrong color.
Looks like I ended up with either whole wheat or rye flour. Can't quite tell.
