Thursday, March 17, 2011

America tastes different

When you need to describe this country what are you thinking about? Its architecture, music, art and, of course, food. The United States tastes like hamburgers and french fries to me! Nobody will argue that Americans love fast food a lot. So even at night you can see a huge line of cars to McDonalds. The rule “Don’t eat after 6p.m.” doesn’t work here. If you’re hungry you go to a cafĂ©…time isn’t an issue of concern. Even 2 a.m. is OK for a late lunch (or early breakfast?).
Another weird thing for me is the taste of milk and the incredible size of vegetables! What do cows eat? How do people grow these vegetables? That’s a mystery for me. The first time I saw a cucumber here I realized it’s three times bigger than in Russia. Maybe you put something in the ground. I don’t know actually, but it really works.
One more strange thing is how food doesn’t spoil. I bought apples almost two months ago and they look the same thing now. I even could start to suspect they’re plastic. Again, an American secret.
And the last thing which I cannot understand is the usage of sugar everywhere. You know Russians eat a lot of chocolate…But sausages made with high fructose corn syrup is too much for me. Too sweet life, guys.
I have a funny story about food to share with you. In Russia, French fries are called potatoes “Fri”(pronounced “FREE”). Don’t ask me why! I don’t have any idea. So when I went with my friends to McDonalds we all asked for French fries...But it sounded like “potatoes free.” The cashier looked at us in shock and tried to explain that they don’t give food for free, we must pay. We said: “OK, no problem. How much do potatoes free cost?” Can you imagine his face? I guess because of such situations some Americans think Russians are crazy.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

"Car addicted"

Can you imagine American family without a car? Going on foot to the office or to the store? I definitely cannot. In the beginning I explained this phenomenon with American laziness. But the first attempt to buy some stuff for my apartment showed me that I MUST have a car. The distance between my place and different stores, malls, banks and etc. is sooooo big in comparison with Russia. I’m missing time when I could just wake up, go downstairs and buy warm bread and fresh milk for the breakfast in one of the small shops in front of the house. Or I could go to “bazar” (local Russian markets) in the end of the street where old-aged women sell fruits which they grow. But now if one of my friends cannot drive me shopping becomes a challenge for me! Crazy car addiction!!!
So I’m really going to get an American driver’s license and purchase the car. Last week I’ve got a learner’s permit. One exam and I’ll get the license!