Near the end of my trip I started to tell my friend Iris my list. "It's funny that none of these American foods are actually from America," she began. Of course I had anticipated her attack and had only said that I personally associate these foods with America, but make no claims as to their actual ethnic associations or origins. She backed down in fear and took another nibble of the fried Oreo we were sharing at the feast of San Gennaro.
Highlights:
I very nearly finished the week off with a McBurger at the airport but backed down at the last minute and took a sleeping pill and a couple of Nyquil instead. This was far more effective, and left me with the same amount of slobber on my face but with the addition of six hours sleep. Back in London, dreaming of double-stuff Oreos.
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HilaryDominguez21 | July 24, 2010 2:17 PM | ReplyI've never heard of jam-enhanced rainbow cookies. But I've hardly ever been to deepest Brooklyn, either. Things must be different there.
Tessa | September 25, 2009 9:59 PM | ReplyLiz, I love you too.
Tessa, that's like saying chocolate cookies have no taste. Sure, if you buy store-bought ones that are made of cardboard they don't. But if you go into deep Brooklyn and get some homemade or nearly homemade rainbow cookies with fresh apricot jam....MMMMM
Lina | September 25, 2009 9:41 AM | ReplyBut Italian rainbow cookies have no taste...no taste at all.
Tessa | September 25, 2009 5:53 AM | ReplyHi. I was just thinking about you today, and wanted to let you know that I LOVE YOU
That is all. Carry on
L | September 24, 2009 7:39 PM | Reply