Posted on 08/19/2004 7:01:22 AM PDT by Pokey78
My American friends in England never stop complaining about the food here. Its all gloopy, they say, and they bitch about the warm beer, grey curries and unidentifiable soups. Sometimes their longing for US comfort food beefburgers, hotdogs, cookies, tacos and dairy queen ice cream becomes so strong that some of them even resort to a company called the Food Ferry, a British Internet site that delivers Skippy Peanut Butter, beef jerky and Oreo cookies.
My solution is a little different. I tell them that American food is overrated, unhealthy and revolting, and the sooner they wean themselves off it, the better they will feel.
American food seems pretty impressive at first sight, but during a four-year stint in the US I realised that it is basically a con trick: bigger isnt necessarily better; brighter colours dont mean more intense flavours; sugar tastes good, but leaves you feeling depressed, sick and still hungry.
British cuisine may be considered bland but at least, by and large, you know what youre putting in your mouth. One of Americas bestselling snacks is a cheese dip designed to be scooped up with nacho chips. Its runny, its orange, it tastes like cheese, but a label on the jar says that its a non-dairy product. Then there are Twinkies small yellow sponge cakes found in the lunchboxes of most US children. Twinkies are made of such mysterious stuff that they dont have a best-before date and are subjected to scientific tests. A Twinkie was left on a window ledge for four days, says one Internet report, during which time many flies were observed crawling across the Twinkies surface but, contrary to our hypothesis, birds even pigeons avoided this potential source of sustenance.
Even the food thats made of food is a challenge. A pastrami sandwich comes with a good six inches of meat in the middle how do you get your mouth around something thats nearly as big as your head? After a few attempts, any appetite you might once have had is gone. Have you ever tried an American apple? They look perfect enormous, red and shiny but have the consistency of cotton wool. Its the same with the meat: huge, juicy-looking steaks, and chops, perfectly grilled, pink inside, but tasting of wet paper.
The Cheesecake Factory is one of the most popular family food chains in the US and for me the most grotesque example of American food. A single slice of cheesecake is as big as a brick and would more than suffice for a meal. An entire cheesecake could quite easily put a small child into hyperglycaemic shock. It must put a strain on family life, having to watch your nearest and dearest eating this gunk. The cheesecake is just one of the factory specials whose metal menu lists hundreds of other dishes, like the Tons of Fun burger: Yes, Its True! Double Patties, Double Cheese, Triple Sesame-Seed Bun with Lettuce, Tomato, Red Onion, Pickles and Secret Sauce. Served with Fries and the Mile-High Meatloaf Sandwich Topped with Mashed Potatoes, Crispy Onions and Barbeque Au Jus. Served Open-Faced on Extra Thick Egg Bread.
The labelling of dishes in American restaurants provides an interesting challenge to both menu-writer and reader. Ordering from the food encyclopaedias of restaurants like The Cheesecake Factory is rather like resitting ones SAT tests. There is a full page dedicated to every beast, bread and starch as well as every national cuisine; also fusion dishes. Whatever I chose, I was always left worrying whether Id made the wrong decision. And despite the bewildering variety of foodstuffs on offer, any attempt to veer from the menu is greeted with blank incomprehension:
Just the turkey, please.
The dish comes that way.
But I only want the turkey, thanks.
Im sorry, miss, thats not possible.
But I know youve got grilled turkey it says so right here.
Thats our Grilled Turkey Sandwich, miss. Our Grilled Turkeys on our dinner menu.
But surely you can just remove the bread?
No Im sorry. Like I told you before, the Grilled Turkey Sandwich comes with the bread.
You make it sound like its born with the bread.
So you decide to eat in, but this involves a trip to the supermarket and hours spent trying to spot the microscopic differences between thousands of identical brands. Whereas in England we would have an aisle of grains and jams and cereals, Americans will dedicate an area the size of a tennis court just to varieties of bread: loafs of every shape and shade, bagels and buns, waffle mix. Often, in desperation, Id just go for the most adventurous option. Coconut-sprinkled sweet potatoes made one appearance in my flat, but only one.
Half the problem, I think, is that food isnt just food in the States its an obsession. Not only does Adams Peanut Butter Cup Fudge Ripple Cheesecake exist, it can be gawped at online. The Krispy Kreme website features a five-minute video with a jaunty electronic soundtrack showing rows of little doughnuts browning slowly on a conveyor belt, before being lovingly glazed, bought and eaten. Food even provides whole states with a sense of history and identity Midwestern towns fight over titles like home of the peanut, birthplace of the corndog, Krispy Kreme Kountry.
And with the excesses of American food comes a national fixation on dieting: as Eric Schlosser reports, McDonalds has attempted to cash in on this with a McLean burger for dieters. We may not go to the gym so often in Britain, but our food doesnt demand that we do. I flew back from America looking forward to shepherds pie and pints of beer only to be confronted by an upsurge in American fast food in London not enough to keep my US friends happy, but still worrying. Perhaps we and the Americans should pay more attention to global gastronomy. We could form a food think tank to wean the US off sugar and on to snails, squid and sushi. It would make us all healthier and happier.
There used to be a Dairy Queen in the small town of Olney, TX (I suppose it's still there) where in addition to the usual DQ hamburgers etc at lunch they had a big pot of pinto beans, cornbread and slices of onion on a separate table. I'm still convinced a man could make a good living in the south setting up a chain of restaurants that served nothing but pinto beans, cornbread, sliced onion and iced tea.
Back in 1960 I made the mistake of ordering a "hamburger" in London. I got a slice of spam in a round bun. When I sneered at it, I got the explanation, spam is made from ham and after all what else would you expect in a hamburger.
Back in 1960 I made the mistake of ordering a "hamburger" in London. I got a slice of spam in a round bun. When I sneered at it, I got the explanation, spam is made from ham and after all what else would you expect in a hamburger.
Sorry for the double post.
Ella Windsor is a whiner....and lazy to boot! I mean, couldn't she remove the bread from the pastrami all by herself?
Am I to assume that someone that has enough dexterity to operate a keyboard, still cannot successfully remove the bread from their own turkey sandwich?
I wonder also - has she not considered actually cooking her own food?
Eating for enjoyment in England is like breathing for fun underwater.
But the best Mexican breakfast tacos are obtained in Cienega de las Flores outside of Monterey, on the road to Laredo, made out of machaca, which is sort of a pulverized beef jerky, only the best beef jerky you ever tasted...saute in a little oil until crispy, add chopped onions, tomatos and serranos, and stir for a couple of minutes, then add eggs. Makes the most mouth watering scrambled eggs in the universe. Serve with hand-made corn tortillas. Every time I go to Mexico I try to obtain some machaca (carne machacada).
That might explain her trouble eating a pastrami sandwich.
How about Jack in Five Easy Pieces:
Waitress: Hold the chicken?
Jack: Yea, hold the chicken between your legs.
Nothing like Catfish deep fried in the bottom half of a fifty gallon drum in hog fat, over an open mesquite fire. (Later on it got to be crisco oil and a gas fire.) Used to be a place like that on Lake McQeeney, called Hotshot's near Seguin, Tx. It was good.
"fish n' chips, or fish n' chips, or for a unique treat, fish n' chips"
Don't forget about everyones favorite Jellied Eels
No kidding
http://thefoody.com/fish/jelliedeels.html
One of the things I've found here in the south that wasn't prevalent in the north was that pinTo beans seem to take the place of meat in a meal. Whenever I made beans up north, I'd have plenty of tasty chunks of lean, edible ham with them. Here, the hamhocks are not very edible. That's not to say that the beans aren't good - I love them, but I want MEAT with my meals.
BTW, don't forget the Tobasco sauce.
Oh man ... I had to laugh at how you revived this old thread!!! Look how many posts there are after yours!!
I am wracking my brain trying to remember where in the past couple months I saw PG Tips here in San Antonio!! It seems like it was in a normal type grocery store!! I was floored! Now if only I can remember.. I didn't buy any because I have a TON of different teas I need to use (and I'm the only one in the house who drinks hot tea!)
If I remember I'll let you know...
Do you have any "high end" grocery stores in Tulsa? They may carry it...
Any country that wants to take scrapple off our hands are welcome to it. That stuff is hideous.
That looks nothing like the scrapple I'm familiar with.
Ours, and we made our own, was a very thick cornmeal mush made in the broth that cooked sausages and other meats had been cooked in.
It was thick enough that you could heap it in bread pans so it looked like a loaf on bread. It was then smoke cured along with everything else that had been made, Hams, bacon, all types of sausages, etc.
It was later sliced as you used it, just like toast, fried, served w/molasses along w eggs, bacon.
Oh! and in German we called it Pannas.
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