It’s a funny thing about being away : When I come “home” to the US, I catch myself “missing” food I used to take for granted. I want tastes that are familiar. Sweetness that’s sinful; saltiness that shoots your blood pressure out of the stadium; and deep-fries that churn out oil shamelessly, in OPEC proportions. I want huge chunky pieces in my ice cream, drippin’ juiciness in my hotdogs, everything with “everything on it” overflowing from containers that can barely contain all that weight. Yup. I want the all the overload and diversity that American food is known for.
And all this gets deadlier in CowTown (can you guess yet where that is?) — where I drive down to everytime I fly back to Chicago. Middle America is not known for healthy food. Not here where you can buy $10 worth of food for $3. But after a stressful day taking care of client’s needs, I feel the need to reward myself with comfort food. Now more than ever, when I will be returning soon to a country where I can buy GBP2.00 worth of food for GBP10.00 –AND be charged 10 pence for ketchup.
Since I arrived less than 10 days ago, I’ve swung quite a broad range of food. Ethnic to American. I’ve eaten at ChoGa while in Kansas City (Overland Park, actually, in the “Kansas side” of Kansas City). I love Korean small plates (“banchan” — appetizers that generously come with your main course) :
and my favorite main dish from that restaurant is the “seafood and mushroom soon to fu.” Very spicy (*Korean spicy is DANGEROUSLY spicy) and …. healthy. :)
And good ol’ Culvers for a big, fat juicy “Deluxe bacon” hamburger:
and oh-so-comforting dessert, i.e., my strawberry shake —
Yum, yum. I’m lucky that I have a metabolism that still hasn’t given up on me. I hope it never does. There’s too much food out there to enjoy. And anyway, let’s not forget that on days when I work and overwork, I do the “appropriate” thing of settling for good ol’ this —
La vie est trop courte pour boire du mauvais vin.