Ahhh, food. The best way to meet America is by eating. I mean, that’s what they do too. One of the questions most asked when I tell people about Missouri is: ‘How many fat people are there in Missouri?’ Well, not that much. I have not seen much more fat people than I would have in The Netherlands (there was this one guy). Maybe all the fat people were in their beds, being fed hamburgers because they couldn’t move anymore. What I did find out, is that it’s pretty easy to become one of them.
After two weeks in the US, I had gone out to eat about 15 times. I had a lot of people to meet, and so I did over dinner. Dinner starts with a bowl of chips. I’m a man, so I’ll eat anything in front of me. Without thinking, my hand will reach out to whatever people have put in front of me and I’ll shove it in. After eating what I’d normally consider a night’s worth of snacks, comes dinner. Nothing special here. Well, I do like pizza, so let’s just say I didn’t have salads for two weeks. After two weeks keeping up with this rhythm, I noticed a scale in someone’s bathroom. I got myself on it and got a heart attack. Then I translated the lbs into kilograms, and realized I needed to change my eating habits. I was welcomed by America, now it was time to tone it down a little.
For Americans: where should I go to gain at least 20 pounds next January?
For Dutchies: would you ever dare to serve carrots as a party snack?