Lunchtime in America

I sit here enjoying an array of foods that the Queen of Sheba would have marveled at. Solomon may have had quantity, but this is variety!

Thanks to my favorite place in the world to shop, Trader Joe's, I am now free to dine on fresh sushi (well, California Rolls - kinda like Tex-Mex, only it's Cal-Jap or something) with Wasabi and Ginger.

Next, I make a quick venture from Japan over to Greece, where I enjoy a delicious Greek Salad, heavy on the feta, and, thanks to American obesity, I can, unlike the Greeks, top my salad with low fat dressing.

And finally, I end my feast with good ol' hometown organic yogurt with plump, sweet, juicy blackberries freshly imported from southern Mexico. (That's pretty much anywhere south of San Diego.) Doubtless those unfortunate berry-growers were well trained here in California before being deported, but I digress. Besides, it's not like they ever actually get deported . . .

In 30 minutes of sitting in front of my computer and staring out the window at a rather dismal day, my taste buds have been virtually transported around the world. And all at half the fat, to boot. What a time to live in.

Did I mention my Columbian coffee or my Italian tea?