Tuesday 26 May 2009

Food Post

yes its time for another one of these. firstly, ive tried a couple more fast food chains. i had a chicken burger from jack in the box. it was awesome. i was with an american who had somehow managed to go his whole life without having eaten jack in the box. he had a cheese burger with double cheese and i asked him what it was like. he was like, er not that special, tastes like a wendys. exactly says i -awesome. ive been to taco bell. the tacos arent that special but i had a cheesy bean meat burrito of the dollar menu and it was so good and pretty big too for a dollar. actually i shouldnt be writing this right now as it making me hungry. the only thing ive had to eat today other than breakfast (its now 7.30pm) was a moon pie. a moon pie is the proper name for a wagonwheel although this being the states it is significantly better and more pimping. do they still make wagonwheels back home? i havent seen one since primary school. i am still having troubles with american supermarkets. firstly, i have a curse meaning that i cant find them. admittedly this is more to do with the fact they are out of town as americans do not go in for cornershops. in fact they fail to grasp the concept of pooping to the shop. when i use this verb, people get very confused and i try to explain that all anyone does all day in london is pop to the shop for coke, milk, beer, newspaper etc. but they still stay bemused. also confusingly, staples that are cheap in england are expensive in the states such as bread, pasta, milk. cheese is insanely expensive even the sort of value cheese slices that cost 30p at home. ive been feeling withdrawal symptons. eggs however are dirt cheap at a dollar for a dozen large. also aisles upon aisles are used up with ready mixes. they have ready mix for everything - lasagne, stir fry, doughnuts, pilafs - but you have to add oil and milk and egg so i dont really understand who they are more convienient.

in the hostel in atlanta we all used to sit and watch the food channel on cable tv. im not exactly sure why, but for some reason it was considered everyones preference. the particular favourite was a programme called iron chef america which is a kind of cross between gladiator and ready steady cook. you can youtube it if you like - it has an amusing host and good food porn. now then because i got hungry ive just eaten some grits. grits is a traditional southern food that i thought i should try since there was some on the free food shelf in the hostel kitchen. grits are/is (i have yet to work out whether the word is singular or plural) savoury corn porridge. its a bit weird, im not sure if i like them on their own, theyre probably ok with a fry up. also i had instant ones so i guess home made would be better.

2 comments:

  1. Hello Mary from Michael and Elaine back here in good ol Shrewsbury. Just looked through most of your blogs in a single sitting as only just back from France where we have a computer but no broadband yet. Really enjoyed the one about Rothko and the barbed wire museum. We can see it has been an enriching experience and an introduction to the land of the free. Enjoy the three weeks left and keep on blogging if you have time as will tune in again. Off to the Biennale opening on 2nd June as a civilian with no responsibilities for any pavilions then to Vicenza until 9th June.

    Anna tells us you are about to see Andrew. A friendly face that you know after all those other friendly people that you did not.

    Look forward to seeing you on your return.


    Love Michael & Elaine

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  2. Dearest Mary,

    Promise it is quite easy for one to go an entire lifetime without eating Jack In the Box.
    And specially after having had it, it has become even easier to finish my life with out it!

    I went trapsing around New York again just the other evening--it was truly a ridiculously wild adventure. I've found new magical places. So do get ready.

    I hope you found your way to the Spotted Cat! And hope you're finding the most amazing tresures during these travels.

    Dig.
    Peace

    Stephen

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