Culture Shock While Grocery Shopping

So, it took make about three days to write all about my Scottish wedding and post it, but when I finally did, it didn't post the last half which made me really mad so I havent bothered to post anything since then, but I'm over it (sort of) now and ready to start bloggin again.
So... Here we go, since the wedding, I have had a baby,

Moved from one house to another, and discovered a whole host of things about living in Scotland!

For starters, life here is so much harder then I ever thought it would be, and I get frustrated with myself for having such a hard time adjusting. 

Here is the thing... When you move from one developed English speaking country to another developed English speaking country... you don't think it's going to be that much different, but then BAM, all the differences from the major to the miniscule hit you in the face.... and bruise you.

Like when you're grocery shopping with two babies, and they're both screaming, and you're trying to balance a grocery basket on top of a double stroller while getting groceries for a family of 5 for the week.

It takes a lot longer because they call "tomato sauce" "passata" here... because Ketchup is called "tomato sauce". No big deal... unless you spend an hour at the grocery store trying desperately to find tomato sauce, and end up in tears because your recipe calls for two 16 oz cans of tomato sauce and not only can you not find it but everything is done in grams and your phone has died because you forgot to turn on the outlet last night so your phone didnt charge and you cant look up on google how many grams 16 oz is.

Sometimes being a parent can make you look ridiculous! My double buggy doesn't fit through grocery isle...and this is my SMALL double buggy

Pickles are called gherkins here. If you get pickle, it's a jar of a sort of  chutney made with onions and carrot and  who knows what else... it's delicious with cheese and crackers, but if you're expecting a dill pickle, you will be in for a surprise!

Need a ham for Easter? It's called gammon here. 

I will address Grocery carts in my next post, but here, they are called "trollies"

It's kind of like a mean grocery game, but if you're in the right mood... it can be fun...but not when you're with screaming babies... I believe there was one instance when the checkout guy said "You look frazzled" and I screamed "DON'T HAVE SEX EVER!" at him.