Coming Back Home

Coming back from abroad, I've realized food here is bland. 

Food there is something to enjoy, to be savored. 

It's meant to bring people together and be enjoyed. 

It's meant to be cooked! In all sorts of ways! 

Techniques aren't something fancy; it's just normal. 

I used to love smores poptarts, but now they're nothing compared to the croissants and the brodjes and the fruit juice. 

The dinners are cold and lifeless compared to the duck and the fall apart steak and stew. 

The fat melts in your mouth there while here it's chewy and flavorless. 

But no matter how bland anything else is, nothing, nothing compares to the orgasmic, chewy, utterly divine gift that is jersey shore fudge.