The new place I’m living in was previously occupied by two girls, a Californian and an English girl, who is still here for a few weeks. From what stuff is in the kitchen, they both eat healthily, you can tell. Everything salty is low sodium, it’s organic and if it’s ever mass produced then it’s from a homely outlet like Whole Foods or Trader Joe.
So in the midst of this macrobiotic equilibrium, I arrive. Now there's steak and beer in the fridge. And since I discovered Ralph’s discount card, and the 99c Store, the fridge has seen the following:
Gigantic Tropicana
Hot Sauce
Curly Fries
Frozen hash browns
Maple cured pork sausages, and a huge pack of streaky bacon rashers for –
Buttermilk pancakes (frozen)
Maple Syrup
Cheese and Cherry Danish (6 pack)
Ralphs Mayo
Ralphs Sweet Mustard Sauce
Ribeye steaks
Red Snapper steaks
Carne Asada
Mexican Chicken from the carneceria
Remains of a few Burrito Ultimo’s and a selection of take-out salsas in plastic pots
Gallons of Double Vanilla Ice-cream covered in -
Reese’s Shell chocolate and peanut butter ice-cream topping
I never really went to the States and got to consume, American style, before it got uncool to consume. The LA that I have seen is not the food retail nirvana I had expected - New Yorkers seem to eat 5 times as much. LA people eat small and well, and they recycle - well they get their homeless to do their recycling for them.
I want to ride to the strip mall and wander bewildered in giant food supermarkets, want to get lost in bakery aisles as long as the M11. I want bright packaging and brand names I’ve heard in hip hop music. I want to drink from a bottle of fruit juice as big as the one Timbaland is swinging in the studio with Jay-Z on YouTube. Just for a bit, and then I’ll start going to the beach at 7am and running it off. I swear.
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