Expats can engage in conversations about food that would put a gourmand to shame. Our ties to a place and its special comforts become a passionate yearning, best shared, for a particular condiment, confection or lowly breakfast cereal.
So returning to the USA means sudden access to every sort of food that one remembers with any fondness and into the shopping cart they go: Life cereal, graham crackers, bagels, the liverwurst that mom used to buy for school lunches, more bagels, New England Clam Chowder, A1 Steak Sauce, a Heath bar. Luckily some fruits and vegetables have also found their way into the shopping, but these indigenous comfort foods become the basis of my intake. So much for Atkins or South Beach, I’m on the Nostalgia Diet.
Luckily it has not been the undoing of a year’s weight loss because simultaneously added into the mix are extreme cold, more walking at work and several staircases in the house.
So returning to the USA means sudden access to every sort of food that one remembers with any fondness and into the shopping cart they go: Life cereal, graham crackers, bagels, the liverwurst that mom used to buy for school lunches, more bagels, New England Clam Chowder, A1 Steak Sauce, a Heath bar. Luckily some fruits and vegetables have also found their way into the shopping, but these indigenous comfort foods become the basis of my intake. So much for Atkins or South Beach, I’m on the Nostalgia Diet.
Luckily it has not been the undoing of a year’s weight loss because simultaneously added into the mix are extreme cold, more walking at work and several staircases in the house.
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