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Helado I am, without question, the world’s pickiest eater. Also, it’s a running joke at home that I will never leave the house without something in my bag in case of a hunger emergency—which often ends up benefitting those who make fun of me. A few weeks ago, I went back to the states for my sister’s sweet sixteen. It was a whole shindig in a hotel and what not, so at the request of my parents, I flew in. My logic was if people were spending eight hours (via bus) en route to Barcelona, it would be equally possible, in terms of time anyway, to interrupt my semester abroad with a weekend home. So home I went—even though my sister thought I was a little crazy. My roommate asked me why I was taking a whole big suitcase, and I told her that it was to bring bagels back to Spain…she laughed, presumably because she thought I was kidding; that said, I couldn’t have been more serious! When I told another friend of mine I was going she only asked one question, “what are you going to eat when your there? I laughed really hard. Because I am so picky, this didn’t require much thought: I ate Mc Donald’s because, while they have it in Spain, it just isn’t the same. I had Chipotle, which I swear needs to open up international locations. I also went to Red Lobster for (my favorite) Cheddar Bay Biscuits and Cajun Chicken Fettuccini Alfredo. Other than that I asked my mom to make me chicken parmesan and meatballs among other favorite home cooked meals! I made several trips to the grocery store and target, trying to figure out what foods were inaccessible in Spain. I brought Chewey granola bars and rice crispy treats which are good to keep in my bag for when I’m at school. I also got hot chocolate which I didn’t realize, until I had it again, how much I had missed. Additionally, I got six packs of six bagels each, keeping one in the fridge and freezing the rest when I got back to Spain. Don't get me wrong, I like the occasional Spanish tortilla and the chocolate ice cream here is so much better at home, that said, I think it’s really interesting, in spite of people thinking we live in a truly globalized world, how not universal some of our food is, and how for granted we take it—who knows, maybe I’ll be craving Spanish food when I go back to the states in December!


Need New Food
The food in Buenos Aires is bland, repetitive and plain boring. They only have steaks, empanandas, Italian food and mediocre off shoots of chinese, japanese and Indian. If I miss anything about home its not my family, my friends or my apartment, its my bagels and my falafels. Recently my Dad came to BA to visit me and I made him bring a variety of random delicacies that I was unable to find abroad. First off ranch sauce- you can definitley put it on anything. Second hot sauce, they just don't like it hot down here. Third A1 and a couple other steak sauce- just because the quality of meat in Argentina is off the hook doesnt mean it can't be complimented by a nice steak sauce. Last but not least-----Bagels. My life is not complete without bagels, so I made him bring about two dozen from my favorite spot in Santa Monica. No one knows that I have them and no one will ever know, as I'm hoarding them away in the freezer. I'm glad I have another bagel enthusiast such as yourself feeling the pain of a bageless existence.
Jealous
Hearing you talk about getting to go home and enjoy your favorite foods is making me so jealous! Paris is certainly known world wide for it's delicious food, but I still find myself missing the basics at home that I like to keep in stock at my apartment.
I too am pretty picky and here it is completely unacceptable to ask that your meal be altered at all. Even in my time of greatest desperation, when I decided to head over to the nearest MacDo (McDonald's) I couldn't order my cheeseburger plain, the way I like it, without the counter girl being completely confused.
Even eating out, when you expect you are going to get a really good meal, it's really hard in France because the places that having the authentic, delicious, French cuisine are REALLY expensive. In New York I always feel like I can get a good meal for not that much, but here if you want something a little more than your basic croque monsieur (essentially grilled ham and cheese) or steak-frites, it's going to cost you!