I know I’m rubbing it in, but by the time this post gets published, I’ll be at the airport. Hopefully checked in and waiting for my plane. I’ll have my laptop with me and the plan is to sit some place quiet with some thinking drinks as I catch up on some stuff that requires a mind that’s receptive, calm and happy to be there. All of which tends to happen after a medicinal mimosa or two.
I’m not a big junk food eater at home but something happens when I cross the Pacific. It might be jet lag or it might be the holiday feels setting in but suddenly, junk food meals twice a day don’t seem like such a bad idea after all.
Ironically, about the only thing I don’t eat when I’m in the US is chocolate. I might eat a bar and a bag of chips on the plane in my jammies when I wake up due to body clock confusion but when I land, the only chocolate I might eat would be the bar I bring with me off the plane as a ‘just in case’ snack.
Forget the acclaimed local cuisines, restuarants and chefs – it’s the fast food chains I’m obsessed with when we got out for dinner. The local, free and plentiful condiment packages entertain me for hours with the sheer range of options.
On to snack foods. I love how American processed food manufacturers manage to make low fat taste so good. I tend to sit back, close my eyes and refrain from reading the ingredient list as I snack.
Must remember to buy my Chex Mix at the supermarket too. Speaking of supermarkets, one of my favourite things to do in the US is to roam the aisles of local supermarkets just to see what’s on offer. Hours of fun but my eyes are always bigger than my stomach.
