The Patriot Returns

So here I am back on my native soil, and I couldn't be happier. You know the first thing I did was run right out and eat a slice of New York pizza! You'll be happy to know I didn't starve while in the UK, in fact I survived quite well on the country's two best meals - Indian and Thai. No beans-on-toast for me, no sir. I prefer my beans of the Pork-&-variety, and toast is best served in the French style. Nevertheless, I didn't miss a meal, as you most certainly would have guessed.

I did, however, discover the most fantastic bit of British culture in their metric system. Yes, I have been aware of the metric system for some time. It was the part of 7th grade science class I dutifully ignored for an entire chapter. I mean, I figured if you already knew how much something weighed in pounds, why the hell would you need to know how much it weighed in kilograms? Ah, but I was a foolish lass. Of course you want to know how much something weighs in kilograms because the number is so much smaller!! I mean to tell you, I stepped on a scale in the hotel gym and nearbout fell right over! Lord, in kilograms I need to be checked into the eating-disorder ward of the nearest hospital! Of course, if you were to convert those kilograms to customary measure, I would still need to begin a diet program, but then, I have no idea how to convert metric measurements and I have absolutely no intention of finding out.

So, other than a few near-death experiences with speeding buses on the wrong side of the road, my trip abroad was completed without great incident, and I have returned to America, where the promise of life, love and the pursuit of carbohydrates still rings true for all who land on our shores. Two things never lost on a Southerner: patriotism and pastry.

Happy Monday!