One of the hardest things about immigrating to a similar culture/country is one that gets completely overlooked in advance- food. Even more so than moving to a different state, you just can’t get the same things. The beef is different (American beef is corn-fed, and therefore a fatty, delicious slice of animal cruelty), the soda is different (because it uses sugar instead of.. oh… high fructose corn syrup – all fail King Corn!), and you can’t get Stove Top™® for less than ten dollars. And even if there are products from familiar brands, they’re not necessarily the products you know and love – it’s confusing, and upsetting to even the least of comfort eaters.
Oh sure, your palate adjusts, and things start tasting good… in time. And while I’ll never get on with slimy-gross Yorkshire puddings (hint – weird layered bread things), I’m getting less shuddery at blackcurrant, and will go to town on the lovely beef. I’ll always miss cheap freezer burritos, pizza rolls, and pickles (Yes, you can’t get a jar of pickled dill cucumbers off the shelves here. Yes, it is ridiculous), I’m getting over my love affair with Spaghetti-os… at least.
And tonight, I get to treat myself to THE taste of home, America’s equivalent of the curry house – Mexican food. There’s a restaurant and a half nearby (one of which is a mobile taco stand), so we’re going to check out and see what’s what. I don’t know if it’ll actually tick any boxes, but at the very least, it’ll be nice to have a proper, non-kit-meal fix for what *should* (if I hadn’t moved) be a regular dietary staple. At the very least, it’ll be a change of scenery… can’t fault that.