Homesickness

Because of how scant and foul the food is in Britain (I think I live with the best cook in the whole nation, but she's a conservationist and a health nut), I am freaking starving and unable to think about anything other than salt and sugar.

Today at dinnertime, after a very British meal of smoked haddock, rice and eggs (much better than it sounds...actually delicious, even though maybe my starvation has clouded my judgment), my goddad asked me "so, what foods will you miss from America?" I pretended to have to think about it for a moment before saying "...ohhhhh...I don't know, really...I guess I'll just miss...EVERYTHING!!!!"

But I forgot to mention one thing while I was ranting to my godparents about vegetarian pizza, super-sweet American chocolate, french fries, chips ("crisps" in Britain), Chinese take-out, non-dairy soy ice cream sandwiches, sushi, etc (the godparents wished they hadn't asked): Pinkberry. Where the heck is London's version of Pinkberry? Do they not have one? Because, if not, I am going to jump off the solar panel on the roof of our conservationist, environmentally-friendly house.

Bloody misery.